They stood in the kitchen facing one another; Clarice Starlings hair trapped in the fridge behind her, their eyes boring into one another's.
"Not in a thousand years." He repeats her words. Words she didn't mean, and he knew it.
He moved towards her, opening his mouth in what looked like a repeat of many of his other actions; biting out her tongue and eating it. When he saw she didn't flinch he pulled away and smiled gently.
"That's my girl." He whispered, leaning in once more. But this time, to kiss her.
Their lips met in a soft chaste kiss and before he pulled away he delicately licked her lips with his tongue, savouring her taste and leaving her weak at the knees.
"Bye." With that, he began to walk away.
"Doctor Lecter, wait!" she called, struggling to free herself from the refrigerator.
He paused, turned and looked curiously. "Tic-toc, Clarice. Come with me if you like, yes or no?" he asked, tapping his watch and looked almost amused at her wriggling form.
She finally freed herself, wincing as a few hairs pulled from her scalp. "Yes, Doctor Lecter." She gasped out, not quite believing what she'd agreed to.
"Excellent. Come along then."
He took her by the hand, and began their escape to freedom.
"People will say we're in love." Clarice smiled as he repeated an earlier statement as they watched a news report from their new, secret, location.
"Well, they'd be right. Wouldn't they, Doctor?" she smiled in response, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and making a move to the kitchen.
She called out: "I was thinking we could have some liver tonight, with some fava beans and perhaps… A nice Chianti."