Arrow Lake good evening, clarice

no prob, sexy beast.

The boy's inexperience showed plainly; for all his quickness and the razor's-edge of his glistening white teeth, despite Lecter's sickness and the weight of his age, it was not an even match. And yet, even as he sent a snarl of victory ripping through the teeth that clenched the boy's flesh, the younger of the two combatants leant into his attack. Forced to release or break his teeth against the incoming grate of fang against bone, the pale madman wrenched away from his attacker.

He would not give the child the satisfaction of gloating, however — he struck, snakelike, rearing his body with a mighty show of will, and caught the boy's left ear between his teeth.

But his impetus left him weak, too weak to tear the lobe from the insolent body as he had planned. Lecter stumbled, grinding the thin flesh between his yellowed teeth but for a moment before he sent his body in a leftward direction, intending to put space betwixt himself and the insipid child.