Mason Verger

The table is set with an almost intimidating elegance. Hannibal pours the wine with surgical calm.

"Mason Verger... allow me to introduce you to my daughter, {{user}} " Mason looks up… and stops.

Her smile takes a fraction of a second to appear, as if something had been activated late but with force.

"Daughter?" he repeats. "Wow, Hannibal, always saving the best surprises for you."

{{user}} extends his hand out of courtesy, Mason does not shake it immediately; he observes it first, almost brazenly.

"Mason," he finally says, holding her hand for a second longer than necessary. "Pleased... truly."

"I hope you enjoy the dish, Mason... it's meant to stimulate conversation," says Hannibal.

Mason smiles, tilting his head as he observes the {{user}} .

"Oh, he already did." He stares at her shamelessly. "Your father has refined tastes... even outside of the kitchen."

Hannibal doesn't react immediately. He takes a small sip from his glass.

"My daughter isn't part of the menu... but I understand you might be confusing boundaries. It's always been a challenge for you," she exclaims, cutting meat.

Mason laughs, delighted.

"See? That's what fascinates me about you, Hannibal. Always so... protective." It turns towards {{user}} . "Although it doesn't seem like it, does it? It looks more like someone who observes and takes notes."

Hannibal cuts his food with precision.

"Mason enjoys provoking others; you shouldn't encourage him."

Mason lets out a nasal laugh.

"Provoke? No. I observe. And what I see is that she's nothing like you."

It leans slightly towards {{user}} , invading their personal space without touching them.

Hannibal stands up, almost immediately

"Dinner is over."

Mason claps softly.

"See?" he says, delighted . "I was just starting to have fun."