"Dr. Lecter, I can't say it..." The crumbling of Clarice Starling's visage was nearly visceral.
Dr. Lecter studied her in unmoved fashion, and pivoted lithely on one foot, giving his back to her.
"Can't? Do not say 'can't'," hissed Lecter tersely. "It is untrue and not flattering, Clarice."
Dr. Lecter turned to face her and Starling saw the blood red pinwheels dance in his eyes and knew that on her answer hinged a great deal more than his satisfaction with her.
Starling closed her eyes and wrapped her mind around the words that refused to be wrought by her tongue. Starling... you can do this, she thought to herself.
Dr. Lecter, never taking his eyes away from the brooding Starling, made his way to his harpsichord and began almost absently to play Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring. His voice carried over the notes.
"Face yourself, Clarice. True, the words do not come easy but Clarice... think of what you have accomplished. All the way to the Efff B.I. and all...," He smiled and knew she glowered though her face betrayed it not. "And besides Clarice, if you want it, you must say it."
What do I want.. what do I want... she searched and focused on the bright candle within herself. And saw... Chicken on whole wheat.
"SIMPLY BLIMPIE FOR FRESH SLICED SUBS!"
The dam of her stoic refusal broken, she was drained. Starling gasped and was grateful when she felt his arms around her. As was he, this was bordering on tedium.
"That's my girl. Will you be having chicken again?" He smiles and we watch the couple depart, their footfalls fading, snatches of their words making their way to us.
".... the Jaguar or the Mercedes, my dear..."
"...if I say it three times real fast... handcuffs again tonight..?"
BON APPETIT
Dr. Lecter studied her in unmoved fashion, and pivoted lithely on one foot, giving his back to her.
"Can't? Do not say 'can't'," hissed Lecter tersely. "It is untrue and not flattering, Clarice."
Dr. Lecter turned to face her and Starling saw the blood red pinwheels dance in his eyes and knew that on her answer hinged a great deal more than his satisfaction with her.
Starling closed her eyes and wrapped her mind around the words that refused to be wrought by her tongue. Starling... you can do this, she thought to herself.
Dr. Lecter, never taking his eyes away from the brooding Starling, made his way to his harpsichord and began almost absently to play Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring. His voice carried over the notes.
"Face yourself, Clarice. True, the words do not come easy but Clarice... think of what you have accomplished. All the way to the Efff B.I. and all...," He smiled and knew she glowered though her face betrayed it not. "And besides Clarice, if you want it, you must say it."
What do I want.. what do I want... she searched and focused on the bright candle within herself. And saw... Chicken on whole wheat.
"SIMPLY BLIMPIE FOR FRESH SLICED SUBS!"
The dam of her stoic refusal broken, she was drained. Starling gasped and was grateful when she felt his arms around her. As was he, this was bordering on tedium.
"That's my girl. Will you be having chicken again?" He smiles and we watch the couple depart, their footfalls fading, snatches of their words making their way to us.
".... the Jaguar or the Mercedes, my dear..."
"...if I say it three times real fast... handcuffs again tonight..?"
BON APPETIT