nefarious

It wasn't long into his relaxation before he head very light pad falls approaching. Hannibal's slender head perked up and one full length ear stood tall on alert. Pale eyes flicked towards the figure moving his way. Zeitgeist. The slave girl that was awfully close to both Belle and Sirius. Shamelessly the beast allowed his devious stare to linger upon the oddly colored femme as she moved closer. Her feminine tones lifted into the air with a gentle ease as she moved onto the patio next to the stone he laid upon.

"Were your travels successful?" Slowly the albino shook his head, "Not in the slightest." There was no reason to lie. His mission had failed time and time again. Circe seemed to up and vanish, but he hadn't looked everywhere. After a moment of lulling over his irritating thoughts the beast eyed the slave with a raised brow. "It is odd to see you without the Empress or Sirius." What was she up to?