Hannibal was, as expected, on time for their arranged dinner. It would of been rude to be late so he'd made sure he knew exactly where he was going and how to get back from it. A new location meant a whole new area, he didn't know his way around and getting lost didn't prove to be amusing at all. The lack of control in this situation hardly put him in the best of humours either.

He came dressed in his best, despite the weather, seemingly unphased by it with all his needless layers. Jacket, waistcoat, shirt, tie. Nothing forgotten or neglected. He didn't like the heat here though and he certainly wasn't immune to it. It made it much harder to dress how he preferred and the heat in the kitchen could reach unbearable temperatures, he had always preferred cooler temperatures. Fortunately, it wasn't too bad tonight and besides, if he was doing this whole song and dance with Frederick, he was doing it right.

It was strange to think he was actually about to have dinner with a man he'd framed nearly a week ago. And nobody seemed to remember it either, that was weirdly enough the strangest part to him. But then, stranger things had happened.

Gideon, for one, sprung to mind.

He scanned the busy place before catching sight of Frederick sitting not too far away. Approaching slowly, he didn't sit right away. He simply waited till he had the other man's attention, a small friendly smile on his lips, as he offered his hand out as a greet. Formalities always came first.

"Frederick," he greeted, his tone as pleasant as he could make it. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting at all."