Hannibal wraps his arms around his daughter's waist and kisses her neck, just above her scar. "Miss Lecter, it would be my honour to dance with you." He's been looking forward to it all evening, in fact. It won't be ballroom dancing, though he'd love to give her lessons on how to waltz properly, some time. But the idea of holding her close and simply moving to the music is an enticing one.