Hannibal listened to her explanations of the complications of chase. She was right about most of it. He couldn't deny that fact. He thought that she might be forgetting that they were both of the big cat variety, and not on each other's menus in nature. She seemed to think that he might try to kill her once he caught her.
It was a little ironic, in a way. If it were another day, and he weren't a cat, that might be the case. What he wanted right now was honestly just a game. Just to play. He would have given his word on that, but it would have clued her in to other things.
"A bite is easily forgiven." Hannibal shrugged one shoulder, something that wasn't pulled off very well. "Our skins are thicker than you seem to give them credit for, and our fur further deflects teeth and claws. It has to be a fairly vicious and purposeful movement to get through and cause damage."
She really needed to be more familiar with animals. Hannibal had never met anybody who was so unknowing.
"But if you do not think that chase is acceptable, you come up with a game."