[ /fires myself from early morning tags where i don't even get the episode timeline remotely right whatsoever shhh that never happened i've got this now
hannibal looks down at her for an inscrutable moment at the contact, studying her face, before he once again withdraws his handkerchief and raises it to her cheek, pausing for a moment to allow her to remember that she's still stained with dimmond's blood. he waits for her silent agreement before he wipes it away, the motions surer and firmer than the last occasion he had to do the same. the blood has been there long enough to leave a slight stain beneath, upon the skin, but that will take more careful attention on her behalf to remove entirely.
an appropriate precursor then, to answering her question. he pockets the handkerchief, as he grants her a response. ]
At the end of the hall, you will find baking soda, white vinegar, and peroxide amid the supplies in the closet. [ he gestures to the trail of blood with a slight motion of his elbow ] They will serve for the floor.
[ whether her question implied that she was truly volunteering her assistance, or whether she had been hoping he would instruct her to stay out of the way, he wasn't quite certain that she was ready to assist in any task that involved the body directly. this would serve a two-fold purpose, in granting her a sense of lateral cooperation with the disposal of dimmond's body, and in relieving hannibal of what was to him the distasteful task of treating the blooded floors. the full, rich scents of flesh and organs held their own latent appeal to him and his particular appetites, but his heightened sense of smell made working with the acrid strong-odored cleaning chemicals into an unpleasant necessity, as he saw it. ] And I will see to our would-be extortionist.
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hannibal looks down at her for an inscrutable moment at the contact, studying her face, before he once again withdraws his handkerchief and raises it to her cheek, pausing for a moment to allow her to remember that she's still stained with dimmond's blood. he waits for her silent agreement before he wipes it away, the motions surer and firmer than the last occasion he had to do the same. the blood has been there long enough to leave a slight stain beneath, upon the skin, but that will take more careful attention on her behalf to remove entirely.
an appropriate precursor then, to answering her question. he pockets the handkerchief, as he grants her a response. ]
At the end of the hall, you will find baking soda, white vinegar, and peroxide amid the supplies in the closet. [ he gestures to the trail of blood with a slight motion of his elbow ] They will serve for the floor.
[ whether her question implied that she was truly volunteering her assistance, or whether she had been hoping he would instruct her to stay out of the way, he wasn't quite certain that she was ready to assist in any task that involved the body directly. this would serve a two-fold purpose, in granting her a sense of lateral cooperation with the disposal of dimmond's body, and in relieving hannibal of what was to him the distasteful task of treating the blooded floors. the full, rich scents of flesh and organs held their own latent appeal to him and his particular appetites, but his heightened sense of smell made working with the acrid strong-odored cleaning chemicals into an unpleasant necessity, as he saw it. ] And I will see to our would-be extortionist.