Hannibal accepted her offer and handed his coat over. "Yes." He looked around once more before taking a seat in a chair that he automatically assumed would be his. It faced the window, he liked to face the light when he was...confessing. He sat back comfortably in his chair. One leg swung over the other and his hands clasped in his lap. There was an arrogance to his actions, his movements were almost a sign of ownership. She was his psychiatrist and this was his chair. "In the light of recent events, I have much to discuss. Are you seeing other patients?"
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