Chilton cast his eyes downward, seething. He knew that she was highly aware of the necessity she posed towards his security; while others could defend the threatened against a predator, none could do so in such the meticulous methodology of Danger. She was built for offensive and defense. Her immeasurable calculations were ideal for fending off the intricate planning of a capable mind like Hannibal Lecter's. They both knew this.

"Fine," said Chilton. The childish, begrudging tone in his voice proved consistent. "Do what you want with my room, my personal domain. Lay down whatever rules you feel inclined to impose."

He stared at her, as she worked, with a heated glare. Once more, she had made him feel helpless. Powerless. Once more he felt that his dilemma sharpened between security and a constrained personal freedom, or Hannibal Lecter.