[There's breath and warmth and lips on his cheek, and Hannibal's predatory eyes slip closed for just a moment to drink in her scent and touch.
Then she's striding past him all confidence and bizarre grace, and he shuts the door. The room feels too large and too small all in that one motion.]
I don't believe I'm so rude as to rarely compliment! [His affront is faked, of course, but he wonders why she thinks it strange for him to remark on her. Especially with the returned remark about him being handsome - although for her, such talk is commonplace, it's true.]
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Then she's striding past him all confidence and bizarre grace, and he shuts the door. The room feels too large and too small all in that one motion.]
I don't believe I'm so rude as to rarely compliment! [His affront is faked, of course, but he wonders why she thinks it strange for him to remark on her. Especially with the returned remark about him being handsome - although for her, such talk is commonplace, it's true.]
I've simply...missed you.