[Someone like you—ah, so he thinks he does know Hannibal based on this other Hannibal Lecter.
This serial killing cannibal. But does he know of the Chesapeake Ripper? Does he know of details, were they somehow released in some world, some other time, some other place? What does the man know, and what will it take to get it out of him? Perhaps he could invite him over for dinner, a fish dinner (how fitting) that retains a fish-like flavor. Nothing sinister. Nothing tough, nothing overly firm, nothing not fish.
But if this other Hannibal Lecter is...well, the offer could be seen as a threat, of course. That's hardly the impression he wishes to leave, and it's a risk. It may not be worth it.
If he knows Hannibal in any way that gives out just how great of a monster he is, he will know enough that he wants to be liked by him. He wants Hannibal to view him as someone worth keeping alive. Worth keeping around. Someone...reliable.]
I'm quite fond of liberty. I moved to America, after all. ['murrica, land of the free and home of the rude. Though that's everywhere, really.] This place is hardly fitting to continue on much further, I would say. Perhaps you could come to dinner one night. Not where I am now, of course—it's too, ah. Too unequipped compared to what I'm used to. Later, perhaps. Or if you have your own well-stocked place, I could cook there, if you would allow it. A full show, of course.
[Leaning back just slightly, he observes to see how the offer goes over before adding:]
You purchase what you'd like, I'll prepare it for you. I can use anything you could bring home. And then we could talk at length. Is this of interest to you?
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This serial killing cannibal. But does he know of the Chesapeake Ripper? Does he know of details, were they somehow released in some world, some other time, some other place? What does the man know, and what will it take to get it out of him? Perhaps he could invite him over for dinner, a fish dinner (how fitting) that retains a fish-like flavor. Nothing sinister. Nothing tough, nothing overly firm, nothing not fish.
But if this other Hannibal Lecter is...well, the offer could be seen as a threat, of course. That's hardly the impression he wishes to leave, and it's a risk. It may not be worth it.
If he knows Hannibal in any way that gives out just how great of a monster he is, he will know enough that he wants to be liked by him. He wants Hannibal to view him as someone worth keeping alive. Worth keeping around. Someone...reliable.]
I'm quite fond of liberty. I moved to America, after all. ['murrica, land of the free and home of the rude. Though that's everywhere, really.] This place is hardly fitting to continue on much further, I would say. Perhaps you could come to dinner one night. Not where I am now, of course—it's too, ah. Too unequipped compared to what I'm used to. Later, perhaps. Or if you have your own well-stocked place, I could cook there, if you would allow it. A full show, of course.
[Leaning back just slightly, he observes to see how the offer goes over before adding:]
You purchase what you'd like, I'll prepare it for you. I can use anything you could bring home. And then we could talk at length. Is this of interest to you?