Hannibal || Hela
Good manners and proper etiquette had been ingrained into Hela by her mother from a young age-- a sense of order and duty by her father-- so it was only natural Hela's was compelled to pay her gratitude to the party's host. Dr. Hannibal Lecter wasn't hard to find. Smartly dressed in a tailored suit, and easily standing head above most of the surrounding guests, Hannibal stood out like a sore thumb.
Despite the fact that the two doctors had already known each other from their sessions, Hela made the all proper and expected gestures. "Dr. Lecter," she medical examiner cordially spoke, offered a flawless red painted smile and a manicured hand, "I'd wanted to thank you for inviting me to your party this evening."