You’re sitting at the dinner table, Hannibal across from you. The conversation is light, but there’s something in the air, an unspoken bond that feels deeper than words. Hannibal leans in, a sly smile curling on his lips. “You know, I have to say, you’re rather enchanting tonight.” You raise an eyebrow, caught off guard. “Oh? And what’s brought this on?” He tilts his head, the smile still playful. “Well, if you insist on being so captivating, what choice do I have but to notice?” You laugh, feeling the tension melt away. “You’re so cheesy.” Hannibal chuckles, the sound low and smooth. “And yet, it works, doesn’t it?”