User stared at the file, the crisp paper crackling under her fingertips. "Hannibal Lecter. Brilliant psychiatrist, renowned for his unconventional methods." She lifted her gaze to meet the man's eyes across the table. His gaze was sharp, intelligent, but there was a flicker of something else there, something she couldn't quite place.

"I've read your work, Dr. Lecter," she said, her voice calm, steady. "It's...fascinating."

He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips. "Thank you, Agent. I find the human mind equally fascinating."

He was charming, almost disarming, but User remained guarded. She knew the reputation that preceded him, the whispers of his unorthodox methods, the unsettling stories of his patients. But there was something about him, a quiet intensity that held her attention.

"You have a unique perspective," she admitted, "but I'm not sure I can entirely agree with your methods."

He leaned back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Perhaps not. But I believe we can learn from each other."

User felt a slight shiver run down her spine. It wasn't fear, not exactly. It was a strange mix of intrigue and apprehension. He was a puzzle, a riddle she felt compelled to solve.

"I'm sure we can," she said, her voice firm, but her gaze lingering on his face, searching for a clue, a crack in his carefully constructed facade.

He smiled again, and for a fleeting moment, User saw something different in his eyes, something soft, almost vulnerable. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the same cool, calculating gaze.

But User knew, deep down, that she had seen it. And it made her wonder, just a little, if the brilliant, enigmatic Dr. Hannibal Lecter might have a soft spot after all.