"And, I don't seem to be clearing that obstacle otherwise known as your ego. I don't give a shit what he did. This is what you did. I'll be looking into the tapes. I'll also be a witness if I find that you need defending - in these murders only. Anything else, you're on your own." Simon wasn't Hannibal, but oddly people tended to trust him. He was the do right kind of guy.
"River has told me how she feels about you - you are the white elephant now." The needle had been recapped, and the book was set back on the table. Simon shifted his weight, so that he could haul Dr. Lecter into a sitting position. One hand ever on the young man's jaw to keep his head from hanging at an odd angle.
"I don't believe I will give you anything to counteract the drug. I've a few tests I can run on the monkey, and you can answer any of the questions I might have about the notes you have made. You see, one of the victims wasn't boring. She wasn't plebian. Simple, perhaps, but not plebian. Name was Jeannie. Care to repeat the name with me? Might help you realize that humans are being killed while you while away the hours with your monkey." Simon kept rearranging Lecter's body until it looked like no one would come to injury, or death. "Want to try it? Jeannie."