Hannibal lifted a shoulder, “Didn’t feel the need to comeback with something. Wasn’t the right timing? Want me to crack a stupid joke to make you feel better, Whistler?” He smirked back at her, waggling his brows playfully. His look turned serious, if only for a split second as he watched Abigail. “Yeah, you’re right.” He smiled then, the look soft.
He snorted, and gave her a look. “Spidey ain’t got shit on me, or wait is it I ain’t got shit on Spidey?” He pursed his lips for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders. “Either way, I know what I feel when I feel it, and I’ve felt those sort of vibes before.” His face screwed up for a moment, and he shuddered slightly. An evil smirk spread across his face, “Oh yeah, only a matter of time before the thirst wins after all.” He knew that fact all too well personally.
His brows rose at Abigail holding the crop and as she smacked it across her thigh he took a step back. “Yeah, kinky and also very scary.” He nodded his head slowly, eyes sliding over the bed as he took another step back. “I…heh, you wanna be first Whistler?” He smirked, wagging his brows again. “Oh yeah, let me tie you up to the bed and try the crop out on you. See how you like it.” He licked his lips, watching her carefully for a moment.
Hannibal’s brow rose, “What? I haven’t. Remember Abby, I have some self control.” He nodded his head, smirking over at her. Then he jumped at the movement the bed made, “What the fuck?” He eyed it for a moment as it vibrated. “Alright, whatever I said and/or did I’m sorry! Alright?” He waited for a moment, watching as the bed finally stopped its movement. “Ok, thank you. Now, can ya please set my room back to the way it was?” He waited for a moment, letting out an aggravated sigh as the room didn’t shift. “Dammit.” He murmured, rubbing a hand over his face.