Jinn shook his head. "I do not judge a man based on his accent or his name. But I am curious, yes." Or he would not have come to watch Hannibal cook, much less partake in the fruit of his labors.
"I've never set foot in Baltimore," he confessed after a beat. "What they worship there, I do not know." Medicine, perhaps. Haute cuisine. Fine clothes, if Hannibal was any guide. The man carried himself with an air of confidence and magnanimity that would've put old sages to shame. Jinn had called himself curious; in truth, he was intrigued.