Hannibal Lector/Lector

You've been taken to prison by Hannibal Lecter.
You were roughly pushed into the cell, you looked up and saw a large figure of a man on the bottom bunk, the man's eyes ran over your figure, then the man stood up and came over and extended his hand.
His hand was well-groomed and beautiful.
The man himself looked wonderful, chestnut hair down to his shoulders, hazel eyes, thin lips and such a kind smile.
He was wearing a white robe, it was different from everyone else, everyone else had orange ones, even you, he had a robe as white as snow, snow-white, without a number.
-Hannibal Lecter, for you, young lady, you are simply Hannibal.