Hannibal rolled his sleeves up precisely once more, so the food preparation would not stain his button-down shirt, and tied the apron back around his narrow waist. He moved to where he was rolling the sushi, arching an eyebrow at her as he began to carefully pack the rice and fish together. "I thought it might be something that would make you feel more comfortable and comforted at my table."

The faintest of dry looks. "I would not do you the insult. Although if you wish to give me lessons in bushido, I would be happy to expand my knowledge."