[Hannibal smiles then - and it's the Ripper's smile. Wide and dangerous, as he comes around to enter the ring. Never looking away from Alfred as he moves around to the opening of the ring, and then climbs in gracefully. He has taken off his shoes as well, and is fighting in his bare feet, something that will give him greater traction when he needs it.

The smile fades as the ring closes, and he puts himself in a ready stance. A killer watching a killer - predator on predator. He expects this to be vicious until Alfred manages to break down. He trusts his control not to kill the other man that he considers ... closer than most.

Alfred is his, after all. Wouldn't do to break him completely. He almost wishes he had a knife in hand, so he could scar Alfred appropriately. Ah well, when needs must. Fists would have to do.]

So ... [He says, as if they were back in his office.] How are you feeling today, Alfred?