Dr. Hannibal Lecter sat with his thumb by his chin and his index and middle finger resting on his temple. He did his best not to show his disgust at the smell that filled his nose.
Jack Crawford came and sat in the booth across from Hannibal and tore open a beef burrito. He took a huge bite and chewed happily. Glancing over at Dr. Lecter. "You sure you don't want anything, Doctor?" Jack said, his mouth still half full.
Repressing his repulsion and being spoken to by Jack with his mouth full of half-chewed food, Dr. Lecter managed to swallow hard and say firmly, "I am certain, Jack."
Jack chuckled, took a large gulp of soda, and then said, "I know it's not the gourmet cuisine you're used to, Doctor. But it's not bad."
After a moment's consideration, Dr. Lecter said, somewhat tersely, "You do realize there is on-going debate whether the beef here can actually be called 'beef,' based on the amount of meat that is actually in … whatever it is they serve?"
Jack swallowed his second bite tentatively, clearly enjoying this one much less. He took an even bigger sip of soda. He glanced over at Dr. Lecter and continued, "And I suppose your 'ethical butcher' allows you to meet every animal before he slaughters them for you."
Dr. Lecter smiled slightly, then cleared his throat and said, "No… of course not. My apologies, Jack. I did not mean to ruin your appetite."