"You must have been so lonely in that school," she smiled. She hated to think of him locked up with a roommate, no friends, studying away diligently. Hannibal Lecter should be out with art and letters, experiencing it, not just reading about it.
"Likewise, Hannibal." She uses his real name, kissing him a bit more deeply, cupping his cheeks to pull him closer. "I thought my life was over until you adopted me, you know. Then you ... opened the cage, I guess."