Erik was highly amused at the statement of necessity. It was a rare thing indeed to find someone so slavishly devoted to his art as Erik himself, and in that, Hannibal made a good showing for himself. Ther'ed never been any question of that, from the first time Erik heard the man play. But Erik had never guessed that Hannibal's love for music would drive him to murder those who damaged the art they both worked hard to create. It was... endearing.
"Ah, good doctor," Erik said fondly. "I fear your tastes are not shared by me. Would you prefer not to..." Here he eloquently gestured to the great velvet curtain they'd pulled from its rod. "If you wished, we could find another way." Some way that allowed the doctor his proclivities. "If you find he's worth the effort."
Erik's home in the 5th cellar had been restored by the City after the Hulk's rampage, and the old familiar places were still there. He'd never taken anyone to the deep tunnels where bodies could be left to rot. In truth, Erik hadn't had a need to visit those places since his arrival here. He wondered if he would find the dessicated corpse of that meddlesome prop master from Paris, or if the City saw fit not to duplicate the evidence of his own past necessities.