At the sight of Elle, Hannibal brightened and a smile slid onto his face. “Elle, I think you’re my hero,” he told her. When he wanted to, he could be serious. It was one of those instances, even if a rare one.
“With your awesome superpower and my bananas, we’ll rule the monkey world! Or you know, at least one of them. For a little while.” Over exaggerating was also something he was used to doing. Abby used to always shoot him glares when he did it. He really couldn’t help himself though.
“Cold just bugs me,” he frowned. It was much easier for him to work in cold when he was constantly moving and getting a good rush of adrenaline. Like hunting vampires, which he was starting to miss greatly, but he didn't want to tempt it since there were 'good' ones around.