"Perhaps it would, perhaps it wouldn't. Perhaps you would have mined my sister for the knowledge." Simon sat down on the stool, and he managed to appear calm and collected. Later he would kick himself for sitting down. Yes, this was torture; Simon wasn't the violent kind, but Hannibal certainly brought what there was of it out.
"How is it?" Simon looked down on the monkey, wondering what had been done in his absence. He had to hope that the monkey wasn't feeling any pain, no matter what Dr. Lecter had said about it.
He leaned over slightly to get a better look at what was taking place.