Hannibal's eyes turned toward the man, who must be Lindsey McDonald, and took him in quickly. His brief glance revealed the man's dress, his way of walking, his posture. It was all very interesting and not one bit of it fit in with the office that surrounded them currently. And yet, it did not seem to Hannibal that Lindsey was uncomfortable in this office.
"You have nothing personal adorning any part of your workspace, and yet your boots tell almost your whole story by themselves. Strange that a man should be so comfortable expressing himself but keep his surroundings so sparse."
Hannibal finally stood, reaching out to shake the hand offered to him. Once finished, he settled back into the leather chair, a fluid movement.
"I have come seeking representation on behalf of another party. Somebody I care deeply about. I do not trust that the City born would do the case true justice, and thus I have come to you. It behooves you to be completely honest with me on all matters in regards to this. Should you take this case without full confidence in yourself and your abilities and I discover this later, it will be a truly unhappy moment for you."
He looked calmly at the other man as he said these things, eyes keen to catch any small ticks of nervousness that might relay an underlying self doubt. Nose aware for any signs of fear rising in the body. Ears listening to the heart to calculate the beats as they were to see if there may be any elevation.