"Ah, well ... our women are fuller of figure than yours. Their hair ranges in color as well - as black as night, but some have hair as bright as gold. Some have hair that is warm brown, like sunlight across wood. A few precious ones have hair like fire." Hannibal smiled, taking up his cup to sip it carefully. "I have a weakness towards those with dark hair - men and women alike. There is something about black silk running through my fingers ... I find very appealing."

Another long sip of wine, before he continued. "When it comes to women, I prefer those of smaller stature, but full figured. Some reaction of my blood, truth be told. As for men ... I find those possessing more delicate features, those men who would be considered beautiful instead of handsome, to be what pulls my eye to them."