Hannibal dusted off his hands as he took a few steps back to admire the white resin stag's head that now joined some of his other pieces of art on the wall just by the bookshelves. He smiled, thoroughly pleased with his new addition. Veal, he thought, that would be dinner for tonight. He hoped the forests surrounding the island would give him that much.
Hannibal had done a remarkable job of decorating his office but there was one thing that he and his clients valued that Lecter did not have here. That was a private exit for anyone who required his therapy. Not everyone was so happy about revealing their need for a shrink. Neither did he have a waiting room. Perhaps once those around him were more familiar with Hannibal, he would ask Dr. Banner if he could practice in one of the vacant buildings not far from the hospital.
On the other wall the clock ticked on. Sookie would be here soon. A client Hannibal was looking forward to seeing. It was only natural that he didn't feel like that about everyone. He slipped on his blazer and walked out to reception to greet her. "Good morning, Sookie." Lecter smiled.