Simon lowered Hannibal to the ground, taking a moment to check that the monkey was bound. The last thing they needed was a rampant monkey, and if what little bit Simon had caught of notes said anything, a rampant undead sick monkey really was not a good thing.
"I don't care for physical confrontation, and right now, I'd very much like to beat you until you're comatose. You would no longer be a bother, but you see, you wouldn't be dead either." Simon pulled out the second dosing, crouching over the slightly prone Lecter. "I removed the physical issue. I don't care to be harmed either. Now, I want answers. You could lie to me, which you might do. You could even try to play your little tricks, again, you might do. But, I wouldn't mind having a reason to send you into the sweet semi-rest that comes with over-dosing..suggest you be kept there should you have an attack of some sort. Who knows really what could be brought about."
The needle was slid into a vein without effort; Simon was good after all.
"How many people have you killed since coming to the City? What were your common weapons? And, what do you have to say about the three most recent unnatural deaths?"