Spoilers: For 3x06 Dolce.
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"You may make a meal of me yet, Hannibal." She said, leaning in and kissing him slowly. Once. Letting him have a taste of her.
"But not today."
Such confidence.
He admired that.
Where she got it from was a mystery to him.
Very few that carried around the knowledge she did, would be and act as calmly as her.
She possessed a strength unseen.
This was the end.
The end of their joined venture.
She had made the decision for him; he was to leave.
Their goodbye shaped after her imagination not his.
She was smart and right in her assumptions; his time was running out.
And there wasn't enough of it left to savour the taste of her properly; and that would indeed be a shame.
She was resolute in her convictions.
He liked that.
She took control without fear.
She would escape, but she needed to watch her vanity; or her version of events could end up being her downfall.