"Possibly brilliant?" Hannibal laughed. "You'll have to excuse my moment of sheer ego here, Doctor Cameron, but I've just turned twenty, and I've already gone through all of medical school. I'm a skilled surgeon. I run the department of diagnostics. I should think that possibly could be dropped from that description."
He shook his head a little, amused. Greatly amused.
"If you would really like to see what Dr Tam and I have worked on, then I will willingly show you. I can't say that you'll be happy with the bulk of it, but it was done in purely scientific manners. Ethics might be a little blurred, admittedly. As for people dying, it happens every day. On people being cooked? Well. I'm sure that you don't wish to know about that. It's not something I would share with you anyway. No offense. Although, I am a brilliant chef. And not everything I make has mystery to it."
His smile now was teasing. What he'd just said was cruel, he was aware. It neither confirmed or denied what she was scared of. He wouldn't expound.
"I'm not terribly worried about you, honestly. Not in any way you should be concerned about. I will watch your work, however, to see if I see you as House does, or if his notes are biased. I can't just believe he was a completely callous bastard, now can I?"