Hannibal took note of the mixture of excitement and anxiety on your face, silently observing your reaction as you stood before the restaurant's elegant facade.
"Ah, I can see your mind is racing," he chuckled, his voice low and smooth. "Don't worry, my dear. I wouldn't bring you here if I didn't think you could handle it."
"Oh, my dear, your perception is as sharp as ever," he purred. "You're right, I do take a perverse pleasure in seeing you confessing your innermost feelings, laid bare before me like an open book. It's like unwrapping a gift, seeing you admit to what you're truly feeling, no matter how vulnerable or embarrassing it may be for you."