Jonothon's reply had to wait a moment. He needed to close his eyes and just appreciate the echo of the taste on Hannibal's tongue.

//I could. It's not exactly pleasant conversation. Definitely not fish and chips, really. There are two big ones to pick from. One left a fairly noticeable mark on my body, the other one's the one that did the worse number on my mind.// He shrugged. //Up to you, Hannibal. It's fairly heavy subject matter for a pleasant evening in, but maybe getting it off my chest would do some good. Most people just excuse it with a, 'but that wasn't you,' as though that makes it better somehow.//