Cannibal's kiss (( Hannibal X OOC))

Fair is fair

                  Hannibal's voice was not quite as expected, it was smooth as caramel and rich. Filled with calming tones and yet had a hint of an accent from somewhere she couldn't quite place. He spoke with dignity and purpose hardly missing a beat. This was a man who knew what he wanted and could get it with ease and yet here he was. A caged animal behind a sheet of thick glass with only round holes where barely a hand could poke through. And yet.. Despite the exterior of this cell with it's heavy duty pillars and strong fortress appearance it didn't seemed to hold him back at all. A leash around a roaring lion, a simple draw back that he was perfectly content to allow. Deep down Hope knew this glass cell was nothing but a facade, that he could leave with ease but chose to stay. The idea intrigued her, why did a man such as himself choose to be chained down behind this wall. Just the way his eyes sparkled held such intelligence behind them. 

"Well. It's lovely to meet you Mr. Lecter. But please, just call me Hope." She smiled a bit genuinely. Probably being the first time that a patient put her at ease. Before they were on edge or their parents were insufferable but he.. he was courteous and responsive. In every way he was a perfect patient.. besides the whole cannibalism thing. Hope subconsciously slapped herself to force back on track and remind herself that this man was not to be trifled with. He was a killer. 

"Right.. I was warned of your arrival. Quite surprising that such a young woman as yourself would take such a job offer. Refreshing almost." 

"Refreshing? I'll take that as a compliment. Though I am curious why you chose to have your former therapist replaced he seemed.. intriguing." 

Hannibal scoffed and waved his hand with a flick of his wrist and rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling in a dramatic display of irritation. Flashing a small little smirk at her as if this display was a secret joke between the two of them. To be honest it was quite amusing.. Like the two of them were old friends. "The man's a charlatan. A fool. He flaunts his intelligence and wealth but deep down knows he is nothing without it. To put it simply? He bores me. I can't get stimulation from a man trying to boost his own ego." 

Hope cracked a smirk and leaned in a bit in her seat quirked an eyebrow to entertain his comical display. "And how are you certain I will be.. stimulating? We just met. Besides my job is mostly to listen to your problems. So.. why don't we start with.. well you. Tell me about yourself." 

           He stared for a moment cracking that small emotionless but mischievous smile. Turning on the ball of his heels and pacing around the enclosed area which upon closer inspection looked quite bare. Barely anything littering the stone walls besides a black shelf stocked with neatly stacked books in impeccable condition. A cot similarly bare besides a wool blue blanket tucked neatly in without a wrinkle in sight on the sheets or pillow case and a small toilet towards the corner. The only real means of expression being the hastily taped up pieces of art along his wall above a dull steel desk. They were.. beautiful to say the least. Obviously done with just a pencil and with such fluid movement and sketching. The shading just right and lighting done so beautifully despite the absence of color. It was almost like being in the places that he drew and experiencing the sights despite the both of them being in this musky asylum. Her hands twitched to trace the line art and run her hands along the yellowing paper barely a crinkle on it. 

"Right.. Well I'll tell you something about me.. if you do the same. A trade off. It's only fair.." 

Hope paused for a moment considering his words, would that even be appropriate to do so? He was her patient but this hardly seemed like a normal situation. In her pondering she pushed the tip of her tongue to the top of her mouth. Finally conceding to his demands.. for now. He clearly wouldn't give up anything if she didn't and having a silent patient wasn't all that appealing. "Hm.. alright. Deal. Let's see.. I suppose we should start out small and build up. I tell everyone I make a mean lasagna but I really just buy it from the store and it's sub-par at best."