A/N: You're not going to understand this if you haven't read Hannibal. Feel free to read it anyway, but don't give me any crap about the characters if you haven't.
"There's a splendid showing of Tamerlane in Buenos Aires this weekend, la mia amore." Hannibal kissed the top of Clarice's tousled head as she read the paper at breakfast.
"I just got a letter from Barney," she said, looking up at him as he served himself a slice of toast with strawberry preserves. "He's in Buenos Aires to see the Vermeer."
Hannibal smiled as he joined her at the table and pulled a section of the paper toward his plate so he could read. "I know."
Clarice couldn't help but laugh as she glanced at him over the top of her page. "You're a terrible man, Hannibal Lecter."
He smirked and leaned over to kiss her on the temple, where for a moment he could feel the rushing of her blood through her veins.
"I know."