"Dr.Lecter..." You manage to catch the man alone, close to the end of his dinner party, "Earlier, you said the main dish was pork. Sir, I don't think that was pork." You're only trying to be helpful if course, perhaps the Lithuanian man was not aware that his catering staff had served something other than pork. "Oh?" He hums, turning to face you. His suit is perfect, bespoke. His expression is neutrally blank, but there's a hint of steel deep in his maroon eyes. "Why do you believe so?"