"Quite," Scarecrow said with an easy grin. "However, I'm not Jonathan. Your turn, if you prefer a true question rather then asking if I am sated." he said with an elegant wave to Hannibal.
He was enjoying getting to know his fellow...or opponent, whichever Hannibal happened to be. Either satisfied Scarecrow until he could peel open the teen's brain and drink what lay hidden beneath.