Thoughts are hard

Hannibal's dominant stance came naturally and it really didn't bother him any. Some had the tick of dominance in their blood and some did not. As his pale gaze fell upon the inferior creature it seemed he indeed.. did not. The questionable vocals proved his suspicions and the albino rolled his eyes ever so slightly. He could not stand dreadfully naive creatures and their terribly boring small talk. Hannibal remained in his stand which only consisted of perfect posture and an erect tail. It was nothing more then standing tall and put little to no strain on his muscular form. "You know nothing of what is good for me, boy." He was already annoyed which was saying something because he had quite a bit of patience as of late. "Why are you wandering out here alone?"