"I'm terribly sorry for the rather rude introductions. Please, if you would allow me the pleasure of conversation, come sit with me." It said, voice not sounding anything like Matthews Boston twang even in the slightest. It was richer, softer and laced with the twinge of an unknown accent. It gestured non threateningly to the other chair that was offered. Arm raised and palm flat, voice rich with understanding and friendly like one of Will's many therapists. Not once did it take its dark eyes off him, not even when Will finally took in a breath of air. It felt like at any moment it could leap across the table and finish what it started. Hannibal SCP AU where Hannibal is a scp and Will is a D Class Janitor