Sinric smiles and moves back, letting the dress fall to his waist as before. He raises his hand and dances in a style that one day might be called belly dancing, only that Sinric lacks the curves for it.

He flexes and bends, his skirts brushing Hannibal's legs and he bends back far enough for hair to touch the rug behind him.

This is usually the point at which men grab him but he knows Hannibal is a different breed to his master's drunken guests.