don't bother with the trace,

"You're an astute observer, Lecter." he sat back to admire the pile of badger kits at his paws. This little escapade was quite bountiful. There were no more than five of the little things, all of them almost big enough to exit the den. They were quite fatty too, a treat he rarely enjoyed. He looked back up at the older male, locking eyes with him.

"I am an assassin. Born and raised one. My parents were assassins and so was the rest of my family. Killing is in my blood."