Yes, that literally would some day come in important - at least, she hoped it would. She'd show him whatever he wanted, let him learn everything about her kind of vampire simply because he had earned it. He had earned the right to know. He had subjected himself to her little game, failed, but had amused her to the point that she wanted to keep him. Sherlock Holmes was her new plaything and she was going to make sure he knew it. Sadji knew that she would haunt him but was unaware of just how much it would become a problem for him. Oh well. Actions had consequences and they'd both learn the consequences of their need for games.
It was incredibly difficult not to be amused by the way he shrank against the couch like a scared animal. Finally, he was reacting like he ought to. So somewhere in the back of his mind, he had finally accepted the truth of what she claimed. Honestly, if his heart beat any faster, he was going to start having problems. Once upon a time, she had been a slave. Then she had risen to merchant, traveler, goddess. She had helped to found a cult that would last the ages and make its mark on history - one of the ancient mysteries. So yes, he was a mouse and she was a cat and this was her domain.
"Why comment on the things you know to be true?" she asked him, not wanting really to go on and on about her strength. "I could do so much more than just lift a single human male into the air," but he hadn't asked, had simply just been trying to work through it in his mind. Anything so he wouldn't be unnerved; anything to give it some level of sense. And his words did not stop her movement, quite capable of arguing and walking at the same time. But once she was in his lap, she had him entirely off guard. Apparently, this was not something he was used to - not really a surprise. He was somewhat... Odd, off-putting. And his facial features were almost alien-like. She did not care.
Her hands settled at his waist, shockingly polite for such a sudden intimacy though her intent was mostly just to make him incredibly uncomfortable which she was succeeding at. Anything to throw him off guard. And when his eyes slipped away from her's, she pressed in even closer, almost kissing him but not quite. "You know, nothing ever actually touches," she muttered idly, "There's always that layer between everything, an atom thin." The corners of her mouth twitched as Sherlock fought to regain his composure and ultimately failed. Oh, the poor creature. The poor, silly mortal.
"Give me your hand and tell me what it is you would like me to stop?" She held her hand up for his but it was at this point that her lips finally touched his. Perhaps shockingly, the kiss was gentle, even sweet. Maybe because she realized he was so frightened that she didn't want to break the spell. Softness would go further than a firm hand at the moment. Of course, that also meant he couldn't actually tell her anything but that was hardly the point.