Frederick Chilton reluctantly let you into Lecter's presence, walking past the raging patient Miggs and to the end of the cells, stopping in front of a small prison box with clear glass instead of bars

Dr. Lecter, with the usual gaze of a peaceful psychiatrist, examined your face, behind him hung drawings:[Florence, view from the Belvedere, Palazzo Vecchio and Duomo], [Calvary; after the removal of the cross]. And there are crayons scattered on the table.

Hannibal sucked in air through his nostrils and took a step closer to the glass to be at eye level with his interlocutor despite his small stature

Hannibal: Can I have your documents? Crawford sent a girl student to ask me questions.