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Lecter was not normally a wolf given over to jokes, but some wicked mirth had gripped him, and he regarded his audience with a quiet smirk. The young girl engaged him, while the male laughed. Fox herself seemed amused and prepared to watch. The shaman would humour them all before returning to his usual pattern of rough-hewn coldness.

“ You must come closer to receive it,” Lecter murmured softly, watching the girl for a long moment before turning to Ferdie. “ You do not wish for any? It pleases women, obviously,"” he claimed, gathering himself a bit taller as if to inflate his own jest.

And for Fox — Lecter settled himself upon his haunches and began to trace nonsensical symbols into the dirt. “ And I will cast a spell for you, Fox, so that you may fly.” So out of character were his actions that the madman would not have been surprised if he was thought under the influence of some obscure drug.