It's certainly not expected, to hear the doorbell ring at this hour on a Sunday. But as he isn't doing anything but preparing the menu for that night's dinner, Hannibal isn't too entirely put out by the idea of a guest.
He answers the door with a smile, "Samandriel, so good to see you. Please, do come in." He'd heard quite a bit about the boy over the past few months, though Abigail had always been very fond of him.
Hannibal steps aside to let the young man in. "May I get you something to drink?"