Yes, Mister Holmes had completely lost his sense because he was losing and that pleased Sadji to no end. She loved to win, loved to drive men mad - even if this wasn't particularly how she usually did it. Sadji had long since gained control of her temper, or so she hoped, considering the damage she could do if she lost it, but she had no problem letting the other man run wild. Her manservant would be around later to clean it all up and perhaps tell Sadji how it had gone with her little doll. That she was thinking about someone else's relationship showed how little she cared for Sherlock's outbursts.
From the look on his face, he didn't seem to understand that she was not a woman to be cowed by any man, no matter how big or angry he got. She had seen Vikings at war and Sherlock Holmes was certainly no Viking. Her denial at injecting him seemed to have distracted him to the point that his face showed his alarm at being moved around like a ragdoll. There was no explaining that - at least not in a way that was satisfactory. She was small, lithe - the muscle mass that was required to do such a thing was in no way present. There was no removing her fingers no matter how much he grappled and then... he dropped.
Now he was really scared. He had finally been completely brought out of his element. Sadji just smiled to herself out of satisfaction. Poor Sherlock Holmes. When he finally spoke, dark eyes met his because she had heard him perfectly, "Am I not?" The question was so innocuous. If he only knew. Sadji laughed at the idea of him being a snake-charmer, "No, that would still be me. Literally, actually." She had a particular hand with serpentine creatures, able to command and summon them at will. But she couldn't offer him the truth that he wanted. It was impossible because the truth was that she hadn't lied to him once.
Once again, she got to her feet but this time, the movement was fluid, graceful. This time, she was like a dancer. Each movement was perfectly calculated to charm, calm. Her eyes were still on his - had she blinked? It was hard to tell considering how fast she could move. Sadji started to slip into Sherlock's lap and for her, it was highly sexual - all meant to make him feel afraid, uncomfortable, like prey. "Give me your hand," she commanded, too close for comfort, lips nearly against his, "and I'll give you the ultimate truth of this world."