[He doesn't take the light from Bruce, letting him retain that measure of control. Instead he shifts to the side so that Bruce can see the man - gaunt, not quite skeletal but certainly malnourished. What intrigues him more, however--
Hannibal peels back the man's lips slowly, carefully, revealing the sharpened teeth in a slack jaw.]
Look. They've been filed.
[He's waiting for Bruce to bend closer. Waiting for the opportune moment. It will come.]
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Hannibal peels back the man's lips slowly, carefully, revealing the sharpened teeth in a slack jaw.]
Look. They've been filed.
[He's waiting for Bruce to bend closer. Waiting for the opportune moment. It will come.]