Emma + Hannibal
Hannibal positioned the office chair across from her and settled into it, and nodded as he looked around the room. "Quite accommodating," he agreed. "Although I shall have to purloin a chair from elsewhere...the library, perhaps. While this one would do I prefer one without wheels." He smiled at her, a bit of friendly repartee.
He tilted his head as she spoke of her previous therapy, listening and absorbing everything she was communicating, with her words, yes, but also with her tone of voice, her expressions, the way she held her body.
"I am glad I am able to help. May I ask what you feel is your main reason for engaging in therapy?"