Hannibal arches an eyebrow at the clothing, then gives an approving nod, "It's good to see that Abigail is friends with someone who has impeccable taste."
He stands and gestures for Samandriel to choose one of the chairs or the settee for himself; Hannibal will sit closest to wherever the young angel is comfortable.
"Thank you for arriving so promptly. I think you may have an idea why I called you here this evening, perhaps?"