Hannibal certainly didn't intend to liken Jinn to a dog, although upon reflection at hearing the tension in the being's voice, he understood why. After all, according to legend, were not the Jinn leashed and commanded?
Hannibal smiled at the observation. I suppose I do," he said. "Knowledge. Precision. Above all, beauty." He picked up the butter again to brush over the second layer. "When one is centuries old, what is it one most prizes?"