Hannibal's chopsticks paused, as he looked around the house, and then back at the young lady's fingertips. His answer, when it was returned, was absolutely dry.

"I suppose it does. Although now I wonder if this means I should be complimenting you more often, and in a faintly inappropriate way."

If she was going to shut off his lights regardless, and all. The lightening ball was fascinating, though.