Hannibal was minding his own business, cooking his dinner which consisted of heart, lung, and stomach. While pounding on the lungs, he had background music playing outside of the kitchen -The Nutcracker: Waltz Of The Flowers by Tchaikovsky. In response, he danced across the room and fixed his dinner in time with the song.
That song was one of his guilty pleasures and he was surely pleased. The vest he was wearing over the undershirt never got one splotch of blood on it. He was certainly the perfectionist. A loud knock interrupted and he paused for a second, hands a bit above his waist as he looked slightly surprised. After a few moments, he grabbed the remote and stepped outside of the kitchen, pressing the pause button.
"It’ll be one moment," Lecter mentioned, pacing back inside his kitchen. He immediately grabbed a nearby towel and rubbed the excess blood and flour off of his fingers. Luckily for him, he was practically done. Hannibal moseyed out of the kitchen and stood in front of the door, slowly grabbing the doorknob and opening it.
"Do you have some sort of late appointment I don’t know about?"