[ Hannibal's smile grows into an expression of delight, though it's easy and languid. This is such familiar territory for him at this point that he can only enjoy it. It's another great piece of his own version of hedonism, so he can't help but joke. ]

Did you. Whatever gave you that idea?

[ Definitely not the fact that Hannibal has been fucking around up to this point... ]

I suppose I will look. But if I find them, I can't guarantee that I will do anything. [ Then he adds coolly: ] I would much rather they come and find me.