[Sherlock spends a few seconds waving the potion around in front of Asougi's mouth, then sighs and admits defeat. It feels familiar, somehow. Why is that, again? ... Iris. When she was very young, Iris would also refuse to eat whatever Sherlock offered her. How did he solve that, again? The memories are so faded, they're basically gone, and Sherlock ends up smacking the heel of his palm against his forehead a few times.

Think. Think!

And then, at last, he remembers. He slips the cork back into the bottle and puts it on the nightstand, out of Asougi's reach. Then he disappears from the room for a minute. Asougi might think he's safe, but Holmes returns in due time, holding a book. He sure did raid Asougi's library! Reading to Iris always did the trick. Granted, he didn't really read stories to her. He read research reports, the newspaper, letters sent from across the sea... But this is the Index and there are storybooks aplenty.

He sits himself down on the edge of the bed and opens the book, starting on the first page.]

Once upon a time, there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her, and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody started calling her... Little Red Riding Hood.

[Enjoy the drone of Sherlock's voice, Asougi!]