If he had shared his true opinion with her, he might have found that she was of the same opinion. She typically had a rose-colored vision of love, and tried to focus on the happy side of it. But she knew, God did she know, about the dark shadow that love cast. How it could cause just as much pain and torment as it caused happiness and passion. It was an addiction, really, for once one lost love the first time, only another love would fix the pain.

She smiled when he enunciated her name. Margaery liked how it poured from his lips. She focused on the curve of his lips longer than she probably should have, but this was easily hidden by her mask. "Thank you," she smiled, glad that he liked her name so. "I always found it rather old-fashioned."

But she didn't have the heart to change it. "That's admirable. A good work ethic is not often found these days," she complimented him.

Margaery tilted a brow when he explained how he knew Dr. Lecter. But no, it was 'Hannibal' was it? He was on a first-name basis with the good doctor? How interesting. Margaery tilted her head a little as she absorbed that fact. Her eyes followed his gaze when he looked to Dr. Lecter. When Hannibal lifted his glass to them, Margaery tilted her head down in greeting to him. But her glass was soon pressed to her lips. They were colleagues. That made a bit more sense to her.

"Dr. Lecter is...helping me work through some things," her voice was hollow. As if she herself didn't really believe it. It was her own half truth. She suspected the doctor had ulterior motives. Margaery didn't trust him. And she had thorns planned for if she discovered her suspicions were correct.