Were Hannibal in need of protection or a hired gun, he would almost certainly choose this man. His posture, the easy, casual grace of his movements, the confidence in his voice, all are the hallmarks of a man well trained to fight, a man who deserves that suit, those guns at his hips. An aficionado of killers, Hannibal finds himself quite interested in the man, and doubly so when it becomes clear that this is one of the people he spoke with over the network about psychiatry. And a particular one at that.

"Wade. It's..."

Hannibal pauses as a certain scent meets his nose, one he knows quite well as indicative of cancer. But this is incredibly strong, and of several different types of the deadly disease. In his years of experience as a doctor, he is genuinely surprised this man is still alive.

He clears his throat.

"Pardon me. It's very good to meet you."