Hannibal clinks his butterknife to the edge of his wine glass, cathcing the attention of the various people aroind the table as he stands. Hannibal is dressed neatly, his elegance matching the food on the table. A beyond fancy and beautiful spread of foods are on the table. A dinner party, something Hannibal hosts often.

"I would like to warn you all." Hannibal starts, voice smooth and accented. "None of this is vegetarian." He winks slyly, and sits back down, eyes gliding over the table.