"I would prefer to feed the ducks over the pigeons." Hannibal mused, a small smile on his face as he considered. Pigeons were no more filthy than other birds, they just weren't as spectacular to look at. It didn't really have anything to do with his preference. The ducks were more interesting animals in the end, greedy and friendly in their gluttony, known to show off to get what they wanted. Pigeons just ate and ignored everything around them.
"A few of each, then." Hannibal wouldn't mind indulging in something sweet today. He felt like he'd not done that in too long. He believed in not denying himself anything, and thus Dee's suggestion appealed to him quite a bit.
The smile widened a touch as she revealed his secret. He would have forgiven her the rudeness this time even if she hadn't asked. It was a shock, and he had been wondering how long it might take her to see it. "You have found me out, Dee. Uncovered my motive. There are two because there was a boy, he played a brilliant composition of music and then burned. I ate his burning heart as he lay dying."
He didn't guess that he needed to tell her that the boy had been him as well.