Strongly disagreeable, indeed. Hannibal was sure neither of them would come out happy at the end of that kind of encounter. It would be interesting, he assumed, the experience of a lifetime. Hannibal was all about having new and interesting experiences, but not at the expense of the potential for many, many more. And he was sure that Pamela was the epitome of endless excitement. A woman like her wouldn't be boring. It was literally impossible for her to be.
"Odd but pleasant I am willing to accept." Hannibal took up her hand and this time, he placed his lips upon it, being more familiar with her now than he had been at the beginning of their conversation. Her flesh was cold on his lips and on his palm, but he did not flinch from it. There was a smoothness to it, as well, one that no human possessed. Hannibal had already determined that she was no human, however, by the lack of heartbeat in her chest.
"It was entirely my pleasure, Pamela." He said as he released her hand from his grasp.