Clarice decided not to bother asking him what he'd done with Paul. She was glad she hadn't looked harder for a telephone to call the police. That would have been a big mistake, because then the Doctor would have to be on the run rather than spending this time with her now.
"Yes," she answered, standing up. Clarice followed him into the other room as if this was something she did all the time. She felt surprisingly calm now that she had made up her mind about helping Paul (or not helping him, actually). And now she had faced the truth she'd known all along, that her days at the Bureau were done. Everything was all right.
Clarice looked at the sofa, which looked very comfortable and inviting, but did not sit. She waited to see what Hannibal would do first.
"Am I dessert?" she asked calmly, smiling back at him.