[Though his face didn't show it, the moment that Dracula did that touching, lifting his chin?

He quietly thought about how very quickly he could lop off the offending digit with the knife concealed in his jacket, before reining the thought back in. No, no - not yet. He absolutely couldn't do that yet, as it would ruin everything.

So he laughs, light and peaceful, placing his hands behind his back.]

Just a bit! Sadly, you've trained him well - almost too well. That last flash of spirit was the most I'd gotten, though -

[He gives a sly, almost predatory grin at Sherlock.]

- if you see fit, I wouldn't mind trying to invoke a bit of that spirit again...?

[He lifts his eyebrows, as if to amplify his question, before laughing again.]

Of course, it's your choice, my dear partner.

[Truly, he would have been amazing on the stage.]