"We typically engage at your residence, or my office -- the latter of which I find much more palatable, mind." The quick response came with a sharpness to his tongue. He wouldn't say the name, but the fact that Abel Gideon had some involvement in Danger's home territory struck the psychiatrist with unusual fear and loathing. Granted, their bickering, gnashing mouths had shifted focus from each other to Hannibal Lecter.

"I understand your interest in the environment, of course. You have an inclination towards control." He eased into his aloof, clinical voice, one that Danger would undoubtedly identify as the sort of tone seasoned for patients. Particularly his violent patients. "Given how volatile this environment can be, in of itself. What with your father -- or some version of him -- and his apparent boyfriend coming to roost. What with Gideon's own assailant leaving Baltimore to haunt us all. There's nothing you can do about how this imPort community shifts, is there?"

Chilton offered a slimy sympathetic smile.

"So you'll double the investment of control in what you can dominate."