[He could ask a hundred questions. The majority of them are very rude, though, so he opts not to. Instead, Hannibal smiles faintly: he can see Will in the way she slides the glasses from her nose, the way she tucks them away. And she recognizes, which more than anything tells him that she is less appropriate.
He walks forward, catches sight of the book's title. He's careful not to let his smile widen.]
Dare I ask, what uncertainty are you concerned with today?
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He walks forward, catches sight of the book's title. He's careful not to let his smile widen.]
Dare I ask, what uncertainty are you concerned with today?