[He actually flinches, eyes shot open in shock. That's right - he's doing it because it's what Dracula expects, he had to remind himself. His lips curled back in a fanged grimace, fingers curling against his knee]

Don't you dare use his name, Spider. Your vile tongue would only taint it.

[Then he could feel it, the looming presence, the shadow over his soul, and he soon falls silent as Dracula made his presence known, the vampire looking over the two with a critical eye, Sherlock meeting his gaze for a moment, before lowering his eyes.]

Pity I seem to miss the bulk of it, Moriarty. I see you managed to invoke a little bit of spirit from my Childe,

[He crooks a finger, lifting up the former detective's chin, stroking under it in cruel affection - and it's clear that Sherlock was restraining himself]