It was an art to him. What most would find the sickest and most macabre, Hannibal van Helsing found beautiful, and even cathartic. Cooking the meat of the men he killed was an enthralling experience, especially to voyeurs whom were unaware of the dirty deed. "So, Caroline... I do wish to know more about the lost little lamb who fumbled to my doorstep so late in the evening. It is good I am a night owl, and eat later than most." Hannibal spoke, chopping up the vegetables for the stew he was preparing. Even simple stew he would treat as the most expensive of dishes found in restaurants. "And it is also quite fortunate for you that enjoy cooking... for... other people." He spoke, purposeful innuendo in his tone though subtle enough to be missed by innocent ear.  Â