Cannibal's kiss (( Hannibal X OOC))

Greed

"Excuse me?" 

             Hope met the eyes of the bedridden man surprised to see triumphant dance along the glossy texture of his lidless eyes. How had he known? That question seared in the depths of her mind calling into question several hypothesizes for the exact answer. One could have definitely been Hannibal. She was already aware that Dr. Lecter was starting up a game once more toying with their lives and this might just be a sick way to throw a wrench in her interview. Another possibility was Mason didn't know and was simply searching for a reaction to confirm his ideas. In any case she wore an appropriate expression of confusion and than anger as if annoyed that someone would insinuate something so foul. Deep down the flutter of moths that had cocooned in the far corners of her heart had awoken the day he sent that letter. Even now their great feathery wings tickled the outer walls urging for free roam. A passion she hid. 

"Just a little theory of mine. You see Hannibal is a charming man. Hell he could charm the pants off of the straightest man in the world without breaking a sweat. It would be so easy for him to break a fragile thing such as yourself." Mason Verger spoke with a rasp though his tone was light and airy as the wings of a bird taking flight. Poking playful fun at her though Hope could see his intentions were malicious. Attempting to prod out an answer of their relationship for an ulterior motive that she couldn't quite grasp.. but from the touches of anxiety at the lower part of her back she knew it wasn't pleasant. 

"I would not compromise myself in such a way Mr. Verger. I am a professional. We only had three sessions together-" 

"Bah! I know that!" He waved a dismissive hand, it swept up shakily from the firm mattress in a frozen state. The fingers curled together similar to the claws of a cat, and were so stiffened she doubted he could extend them without aid from a nurse. Still attempting to put of a facade of normalcy he settled his arm back down and turned ever so slightly to rest the side of his cheek against the pillow and match her gaze evenly. "I know about your last session as well. When he bit you.." 

          Once more the snowy white hand rose from the warmth of the bed to motion at her shoulder. Instinctively Hope raised her fingertips upwards pushing gently against the silky fabric of her dress to expose a valley of pale flesh spanning from the collarbone to the crook where it met her shoulder. The spot where his teeth sunk in had long since healed but the memory burned as if even now the mark was there. Dripping crimson blood that was cold and wet to her bare flesh and quickly lapped away by the thick part of Hannibal's tongue. She shuddered and dropped her hands neatly back into the folded position on her lap. Not wanting to give Mr. Verger the satisfaction to see the burning tears that pricked at the side of her vision. Quickly blinking them away and adorning a stiff but welcoming smile to her plump lips. 

"Oh don't be so modest. I'm sure you still yearn for his touch. Who wouldn't? A polite gentleman such as himself giving attention to a sewer rat of a foster kid? Barely able to drag herself from the gutters. I'm sure he quite enjoys toying with you Ms. Redwell. Wouldn't you agree?" His mouth twisted into a gruesome smile. Barely one at that, where the creases in the corner of his lips fell in folds of unsightly wrinkles and the deep crevices under his eyes widened noticeably to accommodate the sudden stretching of flesh. 

               Hope grinded her dull molars together hearing his spiteful words tumbling out and stabbing into each insecurity with the precision of someone who was used to being vulgar with others. It was like Dr. Chilton was lying still in his place with the air of arrogance and rich boy syndrome making them an insufferable prick. There was no point in dignifying such immaturity with a response so she simply stared in silence. Mulling over his boorish choice of wording with a fine tooth comb. Unlike Hannibal, Mason went right to the jugular with his cruel words. Wasting no time in his toying with the victim at hand. While Lecter was more precise and truthful about his insults. Doing nothing but bringing up the truth in a light that would harm that person the most. A far more successful way to get things down, while Mr. Verger grasped as straws trying to find a weak point, Hannibal would already have it and waited patiently to strike at the worst moment. With the difference in mind and having spent time with Hannibal she grew bored at the repetition of his words and decided it was best to steer the conversation away or else another crazed frenzy would boil back to the surface.