Jinn entered the room, passing from shadow to light and into shadow again before he reached the long steel counters where the doctor had laid out his tools and ingredients. He watched the knife move continuously even as Hannibal ticked a glance in his direction. Slices of near-translucent tuber fell onto the cutting board. "Your invitation was gracious."
He paused, uncertain whether to offer a hand -- which would be interesting, but not something he'd done before -- or sit and spectate. "What are you making?" he asked instead, an innocuous enough question and unlikely to offend.