Hannibal gave a look over at Abigail. “Yes, us poor males who are more visual than women. We see titties and it’s an instant boner. Or we see something like this.” He waved his hand around the room, “It either makes us want to spring one or freak the fuck out and become a woman.” He smirked, shaking his head as his eyes scanned over the room once again.
Hannibal had told Abigail everything that he could. Everything that he felt comfortable telling her anyways. There were things, things that Hannibal had done, that even he hadn’t come to terms with yet. He thought for a moment, “I’d hate to mess the place up with spider webs. Make it look like a haunted place, and I don’t think the ‘gods’ would like that.” He rolled his eyes, still half waiting on something to happen. Like a lighting bolt or something of epic proportions. He smirked at Abigail, “Would you rub my belly and other things then?” He waggled his brows at her playfully, swatting at her hand in the same manner.
He smirked over at her, and lifted a shoulder. “If you think you’d be up for a round two, then sure!” He didn’t know about the riding crop, or the ties on the bed. Hannibal was a kinky man, but he didn’t know if he was that kinky.
Hannibal gasped, a shocked look coming over his handsome features. “How’d you know about those things?” He shook his head with a feigned amazed look and then he slid a sly smile over at her. “You couldn’t resist looking through my things could you?” He teased her right back.
He shook his head, “Apparently just my presence is enough to make them want to get even.” He shrugged his shoulders. Not that he really cared but they could make his life hell if they didn’t really like him being there. He smirked at her key, pushing the door to his room open with a sigh. It was back to normal, plain and with the few touches that Hannibal had said he’d added. He chuckled softly, “You know it gets you off, Whistler.” He smirked over at her, a teasing light dancing in the depths of his dark eyes.