Hannibal, unfortunately your therapist, had figured out quite a lot about your personal life. With or without your knowledge. He had taken a liking to you, he could appreciate your old soul and the genuine passion you had for your hobbies.

Unfortunately for him, you just had to have a pesky boyfriend. It was almost insulting. An amazing person like you, with an imbecile like that? He was appalled. "So, I heard you'd like to be able to dance?" He asked "I could teach you, if you'd like"