[Oh yes he does want a hit, and a drink. Those are the simple things. Just pulling all of his cravings into more and more terrible directions. The girl changes gear into a memory. His father. A darkened room. Being held down.

She's trying to convince him that his father molested him.]

Because you crossed our path. Because Sebastian's already had his telepaths pull what we needed out of your mind. Because it sends a message to others.

Because I enjoy it, pet.

[There's a malevolence in her gaze that transcends the ordinary. Even though in most respects she looks physically to be around thirty, Sherlock can tell somehow, that's she's been alive and tormenting people for centuries. Even her own pets, she's brutalized. Those girls have had the humanity leeched out of them, and the 'Headsman' has had his lips permanently sewn shut.

He turns towards her, waiting for his next order as the last of his fingernails drop to the floor.]