{Hannibal was calm in his kitchen, cleaning some utensils and dishes, when he heard you enter, leaving your coat at the entrance while you sat in front of him at the table. He turned to look at you, smiling softly, but his expression quickly changed to one of what looked like anger, and concern, as he saw a wound on your hand.}

"—Who did that to you?"

He asked. His tone was neutral, calm, but you could see the anger in his eyes. He fought not to clench his fists, keeping his reaction under control.