Margaery nodded and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. She whimpered a bit as he massaged her thighs. Margaery even shook a little, still fragile after the encounter. But his fingers were gentle, strong, just what she needed. As they found the junction between her thighs, Margaery gave a soft whimper of protest, but she would not resist if he insisted. She would trust Hannibal completely.