Hannibal bowed again at the smoothly flattering greeting, rather surprised. From what he noticed yesterday, the young master seemed more inclined to flutter. Like one of his birds in their golden cages.

Yet now he was ... cool. Collected. Alluring. Hannibal raised his cup up and held it appropriately, before dipping his head down. "I will be pleased to tell you whatever you desire, Sect Leader Nie ... as I am hoping to learn more of your culture as well."