[Yes, naturally she'd be used to blackmail. She seems to delight in it though, and the spark in her smile, the devious monster that lays in wait underneath the layers of seduction and occasional mothering attention, seems to light the embers buried deep in Hannibal's own mind.
He feels himself burn for her, just a little bit. Small tendrils of smoke curling up from a lit scrap of paper, curling into itself as its destroyed.]
You look young for your age, then. [It's said slyly, almost coy, though Hannibal's eyes don't stray from her face.]
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He feels himself burn for her, just a little bit. Small tendrils of smoke curling up from a lit scrap of paper, curling into itself as its destroyed.]
You look young for your age, then. [It's said slyly, almost coy, though Hannibal's eyes don't stray from her face.]