“Good question.” He sighed, rubbing his good hand over his beard. “Never really thought about it. Not that this is bad or anything.” Hannibal quickly corrected, he didn’t want her to think that he didn’t like what she had done for their night out. “Guess I am a little more quiet. Dinner on the beach. Rollerblading on the boardwalk. Fishing.” King glanced at her and smirked. “Ever been fishing?”