and you're to tell him nothing personal

bwahahaha jk

Lifting his head from prolonged lapping at his foreleg, Lecter's eyes settled on the slim wolfess watching him from some distance away. She was quite lovely, but her beauty was a mere annoyance to him this morn, and he snapped his teeth together in irritation. "Have you no sense, that you stand there gaping as if you were some insipid bird? Did you fall and hit your head?" he scoffed. "Come here," Lecter suddenly demanded, plume slapping once against the earth.

Whether or not she attended him was her own affair, though it could be noted that if she declined to obey, his sense of worth would become deflated, and enrage him, though perhaps anger in an aged beast was nothing short of impotent.