Hannibal smiled at Simon, a little bit proud of him for what he was doing. He'd made a promise, and here he was, trying to enforce it. Wrongly, of course, but it was still cute.
"Why would I lie to you, Simon? Have I done so thus far? No. You would like answers and I'll give them to you."
He took a moment, counting the deaths he'd personally caused since coming into the city.
"I've killed under ten people since being here. All of them before... all of them but one before I met your sister, and that one isn't even really technically dead if you think about it." His eyes slid to the note book. "You can check there, I keep flawless notes, that I was here during those most recent deaths. They're not my style, anyhow, Simon, are they? They're messy. You claim to be an expert on me. Tell me that you really think I did this."