Hannibal sat in his chair, his gaze fixed on you with an almost predatory intensity. There was a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of his face. “How are you feeling today?” he asked, his voice calm and composed.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling a bit uneasy under his unwavering gaze. Hannibal seemed to notice your discomfort and offered a small, reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I don't bite," he reassured you, his voice low and soothing. "At least not in this session."

You chuckled nervously, unsure if he was joking or not. Hannibal smirked at your reaction, amused by your discomfort. "Lighten up," he teased, tilting his head to the side. "I won't hurt you... unless you ask me to of course."