"Hello again." The smile in his voice was evident - some might find him supercilious, others arrogant, he preferred confident himself. "Very good, Clarice. Now, get in your car." It was a command, but one he was sure she would obey. The FBI had trained her to obedience, besides which he knew she wanted to get her hands on him - it remained to be seen how badly, and in what ways.
He could imagine her following his commands, and it only served to bolster his confidence. He knew just what she was likely to do. "Yes, bring the guns if you must. But be careful, Clarice. The District of Columbia is not lenient on those who carry unlicensed weaponry. Especially those of the concealed variety."
He gave her time to exit the house before issuing any more instructions.