Hannibal was pleased that she was interested in partaking with him. It showed a fair amount of bravery on her part to choose to join him in this dark act.

Hannibal gave a nod of agreement to her before turning to look over Littlefinger carefully. "That is a good point my love. However, he will be nice, lean meat." He said as he moved in behind Littlefinger. He slowly slipped a blade into his back to prevent him from kicking about.

He then moved around and began to touch over his lean legs to see how much meat was there. He gave the leg a firm tug to dislocate it. A hatchet that had been heated red hot was given to Hannibal. He used it to cleanly slice the leg off and prevent Littlefinger from bleeding out.

Hannibal then gave the leg to the servants to shave the hair off. Once it was prepared, he gave an order to put a special blend of spices upon the skin before placing it on the spit to begin roasting.

Hannibal then returned to Littlefinger. He knew that the liver was a delectable treat. However, he was not certain if his wife would taste that sweeter meat. He turned to look at her while the leg was slowly roasting. "Does that look satisfactory to you my love? Or would you like a sweet treat as well?"