Hannibal sits primly, even on a kitchen barstool, and cuts a perfect piece of his meal. He doesn't seem to notice Malcolm's forced space, or honestly anything as he savors his omelet.

Bite taken, he looks to Malcolm. "I must admit, I would not be quite as amenable to the situation if I didn't know what was happening. Thankfully, whatever the Admiral's abilities, he informed me early. So for now, I am merely curious about this life my love has taken, this fork in the road. And I am also curious about you, Malcolm Bright. What has my dear Will seen in you to attach himself so?"