Hannibal picked up the other part of the corpse, a thing that his average sized frame might have looked like he couldn't do. Dead weight, however, was a thing he'd learned to handle in medical school in Paris. Since then, he'd only gotten better at it.
"I imagine that you provided yourself with many interesting pathways." He had to smile, picturing Erik at the helm of all of this. "Is that where we're headed? Into a place that nobody outside of yourself is aware of?"
He spared a look for the floor which had been under the body and curtain. It was not a little mess that he'd made. He paused long enough to set his eyes upon Erik in question. If it were his opera house, he might have wanted the murderer to clean up after himself a little better before the trudged all the way to a body disposal site so that any tidying materials could be taken along for the ride. But it was truly Erik's show at this moment. Perhaps he had other plans.