The light in his study was dim, casting shadows that danced over his sharp features as he poured a glass of Chianti, the rich aroma permeating the room.

“Another glass?” His voice was velvet, sliding over the question like silk.

You watched him, every sense alert, but you couldn’t quite find your footing here. “A little indulgent for a casual interview, Dr. Lecter.”

He smiled, a subtle lift of the corner of his mouth. “Ah, but then, indulgence can reveal more about a person than restraint.” He passed you the glass, his fingers brushing yours, deliberate but light as a feather. You felt the heat, despite yourself.

You held his gaze, the intensity unsettling but magnetic. “And what exactly are you hoping to reveal, Doctor?”

“Perhaps the truth about you,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving yours, deep, probing. “You are a puzzle. A delicate balance between intellect and intuition. Both... and yet drawn here.” He leaned in just slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur that seemed meant only for you. “Are you drawn, Agent, or did you come simply to chase the darkness?”

Your pulse quickened, and his smile grew, sensing your reaction. “I’d like to believe I’m here on business.”

“But in matters of the mind and heart, Agent, the line between business and pleasure is often... irrelevant.”