"No thanks man." Hannibal didn't smoke. Mostly because he was human and running with lungs full of tar made it hard. Wouldn't that be dandy, get eaten by vampires cause he got winded.
He would say he was glad to hear she was okay. If she wasn't a vampire. Took care of it. That sounded promising. "Guessing by took care of it she's a pile of ash?" That might have sounded a little too hopeful. Maybe he should curb his enthusiasm over her potentially fitting in an ashtray. "Or not." Whatever. Hannibal took a long drink from his beer, adding to the whiskey sloshing around in his belly.