She took a deep breath before she replied. "I have my pride Mr Moriarty. Maybe we're not equals, but I'd hardly admit that, would I?" And she wouldn't. She would tell him he had the power, yes, but to say he was superior to her? It would kill her. She never admitted inferiority to anyone, not even Sherlock, and she was damned if she was going to do so now. She was terrified, true, but that was better than belittling herself.
She bit her lip when he said there was no shame in Sherlock beating her. Maybe he didn't think so, but The Woman was not beaten, not ever, and it still stung. But she simply nodded. "I am glad you have plans. If there is anything I can do to advance them, please tell me. I want to see him fall as much as you do. As you already know." And she meant it; if she could help she would, no matter the request. She wanted him to learn how it felt more than she had wanted anything in her life.
His comment about his sense of taste made her smile slightly. "Oh, you do. Between the suit and the wine I'm very impressed so far. I'm enjoying it thoroughly, thank you." She took a third sip, swirling it around appreciatively. A small sip though, as with the previous two; she had no intention of getting drunk and letting her guard drop.