Hannibal could appreciate the humor that he was seeing in Dee. Not only was it a viable escape from the stark horror of what he'd done, but it was a bit of a companionship. They both dealt in the darker sides of life, if they could not appreciate a bit of a joke in one another, who would they ever be able to connect like that with?
"I assure you," He said, smirking a touch in his smile "it was more of a beautiful suicide than it was murder."
But that was all he would say on it, since, as she said, there were other ears present and he didn't want everything out in the open. As it stood now, it could be a farce or playacting. If they said anything more, suspicions would raise. If the staff could hear, then rumors might get spread. Hannibal didn't want to have to do away with anyone close to Dee, he liked her and didn't want to spoil whatever budding friendship they were entering.
He opened the door of the shop for her, and waited. He was much closer to it than she had been, he didn't mind waiting a bit for her to pass through.
"I am not at all surprised that your shop is doing well. You bake divinely."