Ganymede doesn't touch anything when he enters the room; nothing but his feet to the floor, hands carefully kept in his pockets, eyeing the furniture. The kitchen is impeccably neat, ad Ganymede can't help smiling a little at it--it's very much Hannibal's style, and very much his priority.

"It's very you," he says quietly, in that timeless sort of voice, a hint of a smile coming through.