"Because we have shared in things, my king." The crone laughed softly, her nails biting into his skin as she squeezed his hand again. Her head tilted to rest against his arm. "Bloody doings. A spell even. He has been part of my magic. You must share me with him, and I have seen your reaction to that." She turned her head a little, enough to give his strong arm a soft bite.
"If they are talking, then we need to know. We need to know if they will cause problems. And tell it to stop. Tell it to..fuck off." She laughed at the very image.
"Hannibal, my darling. You remember Eric, yes?" She spoke as soon as they were close enough without shouting. "He is going to join us for today's outing. I wanted to show him some of your talents. You deserve a proper audience." She had known about the opera, but this was something rarely shared with many people at once, especially during rather than after the fact.