The night was beautiful and warm. Florence was certainly amazing in its beauty both during the day and in the evening.

The streets were lit, the city was alive, and so were the people in it, but no one knew who the couple really were, because their true identities were hidden now. Some might call your act stupid, as you sometimes and do, but anyway, you're here... with him.

Standing by the window and looking at the beautiful Florence at night, and sometimes taking small sips of wine from your glass, you heard the sounds of metal behind you, or rather dishes. You smelled a faint aroma of cooked... snails? Your gaze slid towards Hannibal who approached, as he approached his appearance reflected closeness between you, his torso was bare. Approaching you with a tray of food, he placed it on the table nearby, in his other free hand he also held a glass of wine, after all you had a relaxed evening...

«I've been growing snails since I was a child. I think... they have an exquisite taste», – Hannibal spoke in a measured and quiet voice, at the same time taking several snails from a tray, strung on a special knitting needle, and offering them to you with a small smile on his face