Hannibal nods with a small, performative smile, his appreciation for the compliment. "Mine is much the same, with the addition of some breakfast sausage. It should cook quickly and then I can join you properly."

He is content to focus on the cooking, not feeling the need to fill the quiet with anything. It's partially because he's enjoying himself and partially because he wants Malcolm to realize that things are not escalating. This is not a hallucination or a night terror.