Hannibal said nothing. He just looked at Wilson with passiveness on his face. He'd said what he'd wanted to say, and if the guy wanted to have an argument with himself, he was welcome to.
He was sure he could play by Wilson's idiotic rules and still find a way around them to do what he wanted to do. At the very least, he was going to try.
The next step in the experiment was to see if the cure would work on the monkey. Hannibal knew it was a curse, but if they could cure a curse with modern medicine, it would surely be a significant breakthrough. At least in this city, it would be.