It was interesting that Sherlock didn't try to flee. What was it about dangerous situations that made some men stay or run headlong into the fray? Hjalli had been like that too - of course, he had been a Viking warrior and so it was rather expected of him. Their Valkyrie had been like that, a strong, willful woman who was deadly with a sword and shield but a clever schemer and able to work the political field better than even the leaders of the trade village. Either way, Sherlock was staying, much like they had, firmly bound in the coils of the viper.
A dominatrix made things fun, played games, toyed with the hidden desires in her toys. Sadji had done such things before, of course. Sex and vampirism were tightly locked in an eternal state of codependency. But no, this was absolutely about her shoving her power down his throat and making him choke on it - so to speak. And she had no plans for killing him. That would have been messy, raised too many questions. And gods forbid that Selene have a reason to tut at her. His silence spoke volumes when he refused to go into further details. The corners of her mouth twitched but she didn't deign to answer him. After all, he'd seen her control the sand, move faster than he could see. There was more, of course, but why speak words when she could show him?
But instead of doing so, she ruined his concept of personal space. It amused her to think of him trying to imitate the stillness of her lungs. A human couldn't maintain that for very long, surely. Not without hyperventilating somehow. Of course, he knew that and she certainly wasn't trying to sound clever - just remind him of the torment he was going through. No words could be formed when she claimed his lips and she felt his surprise with his absolute non-reaction. Had no one ever dared kiss the great Sherlock Holmes before? How amusing. She had stolen his first - and because of that, she permitted him to test the pressure, the way of a kiss. He had no clue - another mystery that he had yet to solve.
She licked her lips idly, keeping close enough that the tip of her tongue almost touched his lips. A sweet, amused giggle escaped her as he panicked anew. She lifted one hand, capturing his left wrist with a gentle touch. "Poor beautiful alien of a man. You think you see everything and yet you know nothing," she purred. But she had the hand she wanted now. Sadji used just enough pressure to force his left hand off of her arm, finally taking her eyes off of his to kiss the soft flesh of his wrist...
And then she sank her teeth in to rip the skin, though she was of an advanced enough age that she knew how to make it more pleasurable than anything else - something in the saliva that generated before, she occasionally wondered. Sadji drank deeply and as she did, her skin flushed and it was like her body came alive. Although she still didn't breathe and her heart didn't beat, it became a much more convincing display of life. But she wouldn't drink him into unconsciousness. She knew when to stop and when she did, she bit the tip of her tongue, using her blood as a healing catalyst. When Sadji pulled away, blood staining her lips and teeth, the only visible wounds were two small dots quickly forming scabs.