Hannibal looked over his shoulder at the woman now bound with nothing that could be seen with the naked eye. He rather liked that trick, and would have loved to find a way to use it himself. But as a man of science, he didn't think that was something that could be learned.
"We don't ever start at their feet." He suggested with a mild shrug. "It might be amusing to begin where we haven't in the past. Perhaps there and her fingers might prove for longer torment. Work our way inward."
He eyed the box of pictures and liked where Baba was going with that idea. Hannibal had not played much with the psychological aspects of torture in these games, and relished the idea of destroying everything that the woman loved before they killed her. He was feeling particularly cruel.