clark, eagerly leaving a voicemail after seeing hannibal's glasses photos: gee, someone's looking sharp! any inspiration for the new look, orrrrr?
"Ah, Mr. Kent..." he calls back, a smile woven between words said on the other side of the phone. "One must appreciate the details of identity, don’t you think? These glasses serve a dual purpose. They obscure my gaze while simultaneously enhancing the aura of intellectual allure. It’s a dance between perception and reality, much like our own existences."
He takes a moment to let the words linger, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his lips. "In a way, I drew inspiration from the archetype of the unassuming hero..an embodiment of strength cloaked in gentility. Much like a fine meal, it’s all about presentation and the art of seduction, wouldn’t you agree?"
He adjusts them, taking note of the clumsy approach that Clark often employs when adjusting his own. He must get it down to perfection.