He thought nothing of it. The design of that room had been altered. Not simply changed but TRANSFORMED. Doctor Lecter allowed his eyes to momentarily examine the neatly set table along with the alien decorations surrounding them ; someone ( or something ) had stepped into Hannibal’s skull while he was distracted and built a brand new room within it. A place for whatever IT was to live. Although Lecter considered a guest overstaying their welcome an act of RUDENESS, he could appreciate the theatrics of it all. Such effort had been put into that corner of his mind, such DETAIL … It would be a shame to miss the show.

But Will Graham’s presence there stroke a chord with Doctor Lecter. Could it have been Will the one responsible for the architectural changes? Had the FBI agent gotten that deep under his skin? Fingers brushed across the porcelain dish , as if reluctant to FEED that version of Will Graham. The host made his way towards the other side of the table before finally taking his seat. Both hands unfolded the cloth napkin which had already been laying there and placed it over his lap. The fibers of the material felt terribly REAL to him. ❛  By all means. ❜  The scent of bottled merlot and cheap aftershave teased the cannibal’s nostrils. Such skill, such dedication … A true work of art.  ❛  A good host indulges their guests and facilitates their well-being. ❜  Lecter trailed off, offering the other man a smile along with an empty glass.    ❛  Dinning without wine would be CRIMINAL.  ❜