Of course. [He intones, somewhat subdued under Hannibal's hypnotic reassurance. Chilton couldn't ignore the other man's atmosphere, and the power invoked from it. Could anyone blame him for being somewhat intoxicated by it?

He always picked such vibrant men to be fascinated by -- though, admittedly, Chilton won't know the full brunt of this specific fascination for some years.]

But I can't let such a natural impulse leak out, you understand. Regardless of the rationality, it does look... Suspect. I am running an asylum, after all.