As the evening settled into a serene ambiance, the dimly lit dining room cast elongated shadows over the elegant table setting. Across from each other sat Dr. Hannibal Lecter, his refined demeanor juxtaposed with the intensity in his piercing gaze, and Will Graham, the profiler whose empathy bordered on an unsettling intimacy with darkness.

"I must say, Will, this veal is exquisite," Hannibal remarked, slicing through the tender meat with precision.

Will nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "It's certainly a delicacy. I can't help but wonder about its provenance."

Hannibal smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Ah, the mystery of origins adds a certain allure to the palate, wouldn't you agree?"

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, each word carefully chosen, laden with layers of meaning understood only by the two of them. As the night wore on, the boundary between predator and prey seemed to blur in the delicate dance of their discourse.