"So where are we going? A nice restaurant, I suppose.." Amelia said as they walked, her hand still gripped by his, she didn’t mattered.
Amy and Hannibal walked towards his flat, without her to notice, although Amelia would be so mad when she find out, she didn’t like to go to people’s houses in their first ‘date’, or whatever this was.
"I'm afraid not. I am quite particular about what I let into my body, Miss Pond," he replied, taking her hand and pressing it up to his lips. He tilted his head in a practised motion with downcast eyes.
"I can assure you, however, I am quite an accomplished chef and I do believe we have settled that I am anything but discourteous. I welcome you into my home for dinner and it is completely in your jurisdiction to dictate what or what does not go into you." They reached the building, holding out the door open for her. Whether she decided to come through or not - knowing full well where she was going - was entirely up to her. They were still playing the game, after all.









