This had been one of the first things that Baba had told him. The price of magic. He left it to her, the actual magic part, while he was the one who generally provided the price, so far always a life, though not theirs.
Hannibal lifted a brow in response to Pam's question. "It wouldn't be prudent of me to talk of such things in a place where I can be heard from across the room by multitudes of ears. Declaring myself as dangerous may have even been too much to say. But of course I'm sure that this establishment sees more than a few patrons who claim themselves to be dangerous and are not, so I feel relatively safe in the idea that I will likely be laughed at instead of taken seriously."
He'd been smelled before by vampires, it definitely wasn't new. Though it didn't make the invasion of his personal space any less rude. Because it was Pam, Hannibal didn't react, just let her do it. Had it been another, his tongue would have become sharp.