[Hannibal meets that angry look coolly, his sharp features impassive as he holds Alfred's gaze without flinching. Self-destruction is one thing when it is at the bidding of someone who knows how to put you back together again. Doing out of some mis-placed feeling of guilt and grief is entirely another, and Hannibal simply will not allow it for Alfred. No, if he is going to get hi emotions out -- then it is going to be through anger.

As Alfred limps over to him, Hannibal starts to strip out of his coat, putting it aside as he works on his shirt.]

If you are going to work out your grief, Alfred, you are going to do it with someone whom you can actually hit and not render them immediately unconscious.

[The shirt unbuttoned, he slips it off and folds it neatly, before raising his hand.]

I call the next fight.

[Then he meets Alfred's gaze once more.]

Come on, then. Let us start our session.