You were gone for the evening when Hannibal visited your home to feed your cats. You had called him an hour before, and he had accepted to help out. Mostly out of his own interest: Hannibal got a spare key from you, and was able to enter your home without you there and.... 'visit'.

As Hannibal stepped in your room, he got curious, and let himself answer his own questions. Opening a drawer, seeing socks, underwear... then another. He stopped, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"Oh, {{user}}... What a naughty one."