"You're a little bit of an idiot, do you know that?" Hannibal sat unhappily in the position that Simon had put him. There would be no way to keep any of this from River, either. Hannibal might be able to lock it far away, but Simon never would.
Simon was going to be yelled at.
Hannibal tried not to laugh.
"I didn't say the victims were plebeian, Simon. I said the murders were. I know nothing of the victims. I haven't been called in to autopsy or investigate. I don't know their names, nor their faces, so tell me, how could I make a judgment on them?"
He rolled his eyes at the other doctor and stared. "Do what you will to the monkey. But know that if you don't give me anything to counteract this drug, you're going to be doing harm to somebody in your care. I'll be dehydrated, and be on the bad end of a migraine. Not to mention the fact of what River will do when she finds out you let me sit and suffer. And drool on myself. Really. That's undignified."