He hadn't noticed the full curve of her lips before, but the motion of her finishing her sherry drew his attention. His brow twisted briefly; he had not expected to notice Magdelene as a woman, but in that moment...
The moment quickly passed. He retrieved her glass from her fingertips with one hand and offered his opposite arm to her. In passing by the bar, he left her glass - it would be tended in due time.
As they reached the corridor, it became plain to him that he did not know which of the various rooms Hannibal had given the diva. He knew the general direction - upstairs, toward the myriad guest chambers - but the specific one...
... he trusted in her to lead him, just as he was leading her.
"I am glad that you chanced by," he admitted very quietly.