Hannibal listened to the women chatter as they reached the elevator, and as it continued while they were lifted into the upper floors of the hospital. He couldn't help a bit of a smile at Maggie's ideas of what the vampire blood might do to her if the two sets were combined. He didn't think that it would be anything so fantastic as that, but he had to admit that the ideas were amusing.
He gave no input as the doors dinged open on his floor, as his analysis would have been more of the clinical and far less fun. He imagined the virus destroying the vampire blood's properties, or perhaps the two cancelling one another out. His experience with foreign properties had not lent to much of the fantastical. Even the zombie virus had been something of a predictable matter. He had, after all, created the cure for it ultimately.
Hannibal directed the women to his office, a room that was hardly ever in the same place twice, but was vast and comfortable. He had two sides to work with. One was the more formal office space, and the other was a lab area. He had been told that it was the setup was what Gregory House had when he'd been Head of Diagnostics, and thus, it was now what he had in taking over for the man.
He ushered the pair inside, carefully closing and locking the door behind them. Then he ushered them through the second door, into the lab. He figured they would both want to be right there when he did what he planned, though he didn't think it would be quite so exciting for either of them.
"Please touch nothing while you are here." He said, retrieving latex gloves for both of them, as well as static-free booties to go over the bottoms of their shoes. He handed these over after resting them on top of a pair of scrubs for each. "You may change in my office."