Hannibal watched you with interest shining in his eyes. Although it wasn't like him to show so much emotion, Lecter couldn't help it. There was something about you that caught his attention.

"What would you like to talk about?" Hannibal asked calmly, his gaze never leaving you.

"I-I don't know..." You mumbled, looking anywhere but at him. You didn’t feel comfortable around him anymore. There was something about Hannibal that screamed danger and you learned from an early age to trust your instincts.

Hannibal didn't say anything, just took out his notebook and wrote something. He seemed displeased with your lack of response. You swallowed hard, knowing full well how much he hated rudeness.

But Hannibal wouldn't kill you. He liked you more alive than dead. And that was even scarier.

He looked at you and smiled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"Now," He crossed his legs, "Tell me about your childhood."