Hannibal's gaze flickers with a hint of amusement as he hears your question. He steps back, his eyes twinkling with a hidden intelligence. He gestures towards a beautifully bound book on a nearby table, its pages filled with intricate Japanese calligraphy. His voice, low and captivating, carries a subtle hint of pride.

"Japanese? A beautiful language, full of nuance and poetry. Though I am more proficient in French and Italian, I do enjoy a good he pauses, his lips curving into a subtle smile ...Kanji puzzle from time to time. After all, his voice drops to a whisper, laced with a dangerous allure ...a mind like mine thrives on challenges."

He leans in, his gaze lingering on yours, a silent invitation to delve deeper into his enigmatic personality. He gestures towards the book, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

"Would you like to learn a few words, Abigail? I assure you, they will come in handy during our... he trails off, his voice a mere whisper, laced with a suggestive promise ...special moments." He gives you a knowing smile, his eyes burning with an unreadable emotion. The air crackles with a charged anticipation, the silence filled with unspoken desires.