"Good." Hannibal finished scrawling on the pad, including the portion about the compound to be combined with the scar cream. He knew the two could be mixed safely, and it was for the ease of the patient that he wanted them together, not really anything else.
He held the two pieces of paper that contained her prescriptions out for the taking. Hannibal had felt her scrutiny and not only heard but smelled the change in her when she realized who he was. He couldn't deny there was a little bit of pleasure in him from her reaction.
"You already know me, then." He kept his eyes on hers, not ashamed of what he would have become if he'd stayed in his own world. "I prefer the books to the movies. They altered a few things that displease me. For one, they leave out my more remarkable traits. For another, there is no way that I would have disfigured my own body for anybody. Though, I did enjoy Sir Anthony Hopkins a good deal. I believe the written versions of myself are what I would have been, not the good vs evil caricature they made for cinematic sycophants incapable of understanding that sometimes lines blur."