Dr Lecter rose from where he was seated so that he was standing the moment that Magnus reached him, taking his hand almost simultaneously with it being offered. He shook his host's hand firmly for a moment as he inclined his head in acknowledgement of the man's troubles.
"Glad I could come. Luckily my little obsession with punctuality saved me from the worst of it, that and the slight scent akin to that of static electricity that precedes the swift onset of a weather spell" Hannibal smiled slightly, a combination of refined amusement and assertive knowledge in his tone. Senses that exceeded even those of most Werewolves had a distinct advantage in such matters.