Hannibal nudged Jonathan forward so that he could work, not caring at the moment that he could simply ask for the movement and it would be granted. He got some satisfaction in being a bit rough. Perhaps only because of his current frustrations at what he was hearing.
"I'm saying that, yes. Displeasures in life should be at the minimum. Sometimes they're required, but they should never outweigh your enjoyments. Ever. You have your asylum, and if that has ceased in making you happy, abandon it for something else. Though, I am going to guess that the asylum is not your main worry, is it? You've too many toys here."
The wound on the back, being an exit wound, was a little trickier to get into place. The flesh didn't want to cooperate easily. Hannibal didn't find it too much of a problem, though he did concentrate more on it.
"What is it that you desire most, Jonathan? Hm?" His slide into the role of psychiatrist was easy. He just didn't know if Jonathan would allow it, or rail against it.