Hannibal waved a hand at her, smirking a little bit. “Yeah, yeah.” His brows rose, and a pout formed on his lips. “I am quite normal, thank you. Well, about as normal as someone like me can be…” He shook his head, letting out an evil chuckle at her warning tone. “Ye~es?” He smirked at her, God he seriously liked fucking with her a little too much for it to be healthy.
He lifted a shoulder, “Of course. Just got to find the right books to do some research to see what will kill them.” Hannibal pursed his lips in thought, “I wonder if there’s any way for us to access the net here?” He let out an hmm after he spoke. He hadn’t tried the computer that’d been set up in his room, well not yet anyways. King rolled his eyes at her again as she ruffled his hair, and moved his hands up to it to fix it back. “That I don’t know. Blame the cosmic forces on that one again, perhaps?” He shrugged both of his broad shoulders again. “I think it’s time to see who the higher ups are here, and try to find out some things.” Giving her a droll look once again he opened his mouth, “Oh, haha, no. Fuck that shit no. I got that vibe, the feeling that ‘she’s not all she’s appearing to be on the outside’ kind of vibe. Not the ‘she’s got fangs in her vigina kind of vibe. Jeez, Whistler.”
He let out another long and evil chuckle, “You’re right. What Whistler? Don’t like the visual?” Oh he knew about her and her imagination.
King shook his head at her, “No, I don’t.” He smirked, rolling the map up with the key. He then tossed the two items at her, “But I am buying myself some time with that.” He called, already having run off and up the left staircase. He laughed, pausing as he reached the top of the stairs. “Yeah, I’ll make you alright.” He teased, peering at her over the railing with a large smirk on his handsome features.