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[avoirfaim]

[For a man who often chooses his words with as much ease as he does care, Hannibal is awfully silent. That is the face of someone stumped, worrying their jaw by the foreign nature of the whole thing, the mundane's picking and chiding included.]

Have you considered that comparing my behavior to that of a pre-pubescent, sexually compromised vampire might not be the way to my heart? While I can see why you would be inclined to make such a leap, it is a far cry from the key to my conscience, or what may be left of it.

As for that matter with Abigail and Mischa...again, a topic you may want to reconsider. If you must pry at the hinges of my psyche, i would choose my options more wisely.

[Oh yes, changing the subject from Will to Abigail, that's going to get your mundane to stop poking.]

On the contrary, I don't expect you to stop, I expect you to get thoroughly distracted by a different problem. Notably, one that I have had much more time to consider, and one that I happen to know you are emotionally invested in. Bon appétit. And breathe.

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[avoirfaim]

[That catches him momentarily by surprise, if only because he has never read, seen, nor has any intention of reading or seeing twilight. Have a chuckle, not a second later.] Not to a character from Twilight, no. Rather, one from the Swedish novel 'Låt den rätte komma in'. Let The Right One In. A troubling comparison none the less, but perhaps with less frivolity attached.

As for the mocking of their betters, I've found that those with more pretense at dignity choose to raise themselves up on that sort of pedestal. The entirely undignified simply do not care either way.

[intoahowl]

I've read it. [Though her mun hasn't. She'll be over here shaking her head at a person who presumes to play a writer without reading as much as she does.

Still, when she pulls at her hair and stares at him there might be something a little too..intense in her gaze.] So you admit that ultimately nobody really matters?

That's an interesting attitude.

What do you do with an attitude like that?

[avoirfaim]

[Intensity is a thing that he can handle. From one intense person to another, have a stare right back in return.]

I wouldn't say that nobody matters. Quite the opposite actually, I would say that artists matter, true artists at whatever craft they choose to practice. The very best who influence the herd in whatever way they can, who leave their imprint on history, like a fossilized footprint for the ages. They matter, if only just.

[There's a twinkle in his eye then, as he leans in slightly as if telling a secret.] But I would appreciate if you kept my opinion from the prying ears of my patients.

[intoahowl]

[Yes. Oh yes. The veil of her hair parts and she tugs on her cardigan for a moment.] Yes, exactly. The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance according to Aristotle. Which is why it's important to bless them, to understand their...their sacrifices.

[Overt burst of emotion. Then she withdraws] At least that's what I think.

And I won't. Although that disinterested attitude is pretty poor for a doctor. Do you work with Doctor Godfrey?

[avoirfaim]

[Thank you for that insight into your weak points, he'll store that away for the future, but not without his best attempt at a warm smile. Which, to be fair, presents itself as amicable and understanding at best, but gets the job done.] Let it not be said that you lack a discerning eye and a sharp mind. A rare quality in someone your age.

[He's guessing....16 maybe? Give or take.]

I can't say that I've had the pleasure of meeting a Doctor Godfrey, no.