Sherlock's touch was delicate for a man who decidedly wasn't. He had become an expert at manipulating flesh and bone. He was calm and quiet as he examined her, avoiding her sad eyes. Vampire or not, Eli's teeth had altered their shape at will, even if they weren't the typical, pop-culture vampire fangs he'd expected, which was telling. It was a point in the dream world's favor.
"And you have a friend you feed on?" he asked. "I assume that if I tested my instruments, it would match their blood? Why don't you want to feed on me?" He usual quick fire questioning returned.