"Isn't it lucky for you, then, that you have other seating options." Hannibal lifted himself from the floor with an unnatural grace. There was a reason why he'd taken so well to being a cat. It wasn't so far off of how he moved already.
Carefully, he picked the chair up and set it back to the exact position it had been in, his mind working the calculations between the walls and settling it into the perfect picture he held in his mind. He was quiet while he did this, not even looking at Enigma.
He took his time straightening his clothing and then sitting down again. His eyes found the girl he was here to evaluate only when he was once again comfortable.
"There is nothing that you can offer me, nothing that you can say, My report will go forth as it should. I'm not exactly sure why you'd want to be sent to Arkham at any rate, Enigma, you said yourself that your father wants you dead. Your father is involved with Jonathan Crane. If your relationship there is already as poor as you state, don't you think he would take any opportunity that he could to do you in himself and perhaps win points with your father? Or maybe hold you so that the deed could be done by his own hand? You're far safer in jail."