He glanced over at Sookie and watched her chest rise and fall. Her hair splayed and messy, and Hannibal wondered how he had managed to fight the temptation to kiss her. "Yes." He finally looked at Loki. "I have what you want." It wasn't difficult. Sookie had sustained an injury to the chest. A careful but deep incision exposed enough heart and enough blood.
"You do remember our conversation, don't you?" He lowered his glass. "It is difficult for me to do exactly what I want when she is....distracted."