Hannibal

[drfeelbad]

"She'll be fine," House said, stepping into Hannibal's office. "Food poisoning. I gave her something that should keep it under control until it blows over, but consider her out of commission for about 48 hours."

Without invitation, he sat down in the chair across from his desk, and put his cane down on the floor. "She must be new, hadn't seen her before. Are you expanding or did you lose someone?"

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[anamusebouche]

"You pay a high price for a game of chess," Hannibal teased, good-naturedly.

[drfeelbad]

House smirked. "The chess comes after." Then he shrugged. "She's amazing. I just have no more interest in her pain than I have in my own."

He also knew that she was pretending regardless. Oh, he thought she liked him. But he had no delusion that she was particularly attracted to him. He could make her come (and he loved doing it), but he wasn't going to hurt her even if it would have brought her pleasure.

[anamusebouche]

"Hmm," Hannibal replied, never answering to reveal his own pleasures. He wasn't interested in her pain either, but she knew not to tell anyone this and he was interested in presenting himself as if he was.

"How is your leg?"

[drfeelbad]

"It is precisely the same as it's been for eight years," House said with a snort.

Though he did pause after a moment and say, "How much would you charge for Alcuin as a masseuse? I don't have to fuck him, but god if he doesn't have amazing hands. He somehow managed to talk me into letting him have a go at my leg, which... I am not typically on board with." Typically he preferred for no one to even see his leg. But the boy was persuasive, and it had actually really helped.

[anamusebouche]

"I will give you a discount if you pay something towards his marque," Hannibal said. "He's... a bit behind, compared to where it should have been."

[drfeelbad]

"That... surprises me," House said, frowning.

[anamusebouche]

"There is a client who refuses to pay him for it," Hannibal explained.

[drfeelbad]

"So don't let him see that client," House said. "Stingy son of a bitch."

[anamusebouche]

"He insists on Alcuin," Hannibal said. He wasn't negotiating it. He had his reasons and Halicon was important.

[drfeelbad]

"Well... sure, I'll come to see him occasionally," House said. Then looked at Hannibal and added, "Though if I'm paying for him and his marque I won't stop at a massage. I'm not made of money."

[anamusebouche]

"I was giving you a discount," Hannibal argued simply, with a smile. "If you want to fuck him, you'll pay in full, my friend."

[drfeelbad]

One size of House's lip quirked up. "You strike a hard bargain."

Then a pause, and he added, "Do you think he's worth it?"

[anamusebouche]

"Every cent," Hannibal assured him.

[drfeelbad]

"Tell me the truth," House said, leaning towards him. "He's your favorite isn't he."

Because he was absolutely assuming that Hannibal was fucking him.

[anamusebouche]

"I trust you're not implying anything," Hannibal answered with a light teasing smile.

[drfeelbad]

House shrugged and sat back again. "Only that you have excellent taste. And an eye for talent."

[anamusebouche]

"That I do," Hannibal agreed. "I have masseuses too, if you would prefer."

[drfeelbad]

"I'll think about it," House said.

"And any other problems around here?" he asked. "Anyone I need to look over?"

[anamusebouche]

"Rosa still has that rash on her face," Hannibal said. "I'm afraid she's not listening to your advice."

[drfeelbad]

House rolled his eyes. "I mean sure, she can keep eating shrimp if she likes, but if she does the rash isn't going away. It's a food allergy."

[anamusebouche]

"I wish she would listen," Hannibal lamented. "She's of no use to me like this."

[drfeelbad]

"You could discount her," House said. "And then see how she likes the clientele that brings her."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal arched sn eyebrow. "That would set an example, certainly."

[drfeelbad]

"Perhaps not the kindest move, but this one is her own fault," House said with a shrug.

[anamusebouche]

"There is something to be said for the tradition of marques," Hannibal sighed. "They are so much more aware of their value and understand their role in ways the newer generations do not."