Hannibal tutted. His sharp gaze darted from the paperwork, arranged in a meticulous yet chaotic sprawl across his desk, to you. Maroon eyes narrowed. He studied for a moment.

"You should be fortunate I don't have another appointment until morning." A slender finger unconsciously traced the scalpel nestled in his breast pocket. "You are aware of how late it is, yes?"

Of course. It was nearly midnight.