He wondered if she knew how relevant her words were to him. He was just as reluctant to tell people what they were eating at his dinner table. Though they never complained about it's taste. There were only ever praises. After all, there were reasons why he was able to throw such large dinner parties for so many willing...participants. To be invited to a dinner party hosted by Hannibal was quite the honour. He was very selective as to who his guests would be.
"That's quite a skill." It wasn't always easy to mask the taste of particular meats. His eyes settled on her. "What did they think about you?" His tone was soft, undemanding. It was a personal question, a very personal question but she didn't need to divulge any information she didn't want to.