Hannibal blinked as another woman came into view, “Yeah, Christmas in…whatever the hell this month is.” He sighed, wishing that he had more information to go on in this place. Sadly though he didn’t. “The plant?” Hannibal smirked, tilting his head to the side. “Normally when it’s hung in a doorway, such as it is now, the custom is to give the person a kiss that’s under it. Be it on the lips, or the cheek. So, may I?” He waggled his brows playfully at the elf-maiden, figuring his charms might win her over.
Hannibal gave a soft smile to the dark haired woman, and inclined his head. “He was about to open his mouth to speak but Rose beat him to the punch about the custom, and so forth of Christmas. He shrugged his shoulders, “Pretty much it, unless you want to get into religion.” Hannibal believed in what he could see, for the most part but part of him knew that there was something more out there than met the eye.
With a grin, Hannibal inclined his head to Rose and then to Arwen. “I’m Hannibal King, call me whatever you want and I’ll answer.” He shrugged his shoulders, glancing back and forth between the women. “You two lovely ladies are?” He raised a brow, “And no, we haven’t checked the gifts out yet. No telling what’s in them.” He eyed the packages under the tree carefully for a moment before looking back up.