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"Frederick," Hannibal greeted as he entered the man's office, coat in hand and helping himself to a chair.
Chilton didn't even attempt to stand or respond; only analytically staring, comfortably seated.
Hannibal couldn't be bothered by Chilton's lack of participation and continued, "Do you remember the last time we made love?"
"We never did, but continue," Frederick answered.
Hannibal smirked, all knowing. "During our activities, you had the audacity to sneeze inside me," he paused for dramatic effect, "I am now carrying our child."
"That's not how that works. You know that. We are both medical doctors after all."
Hannibal's face became an enigmatic mask once again, "But strange miracles do happen even in this day and age."
Chilton shook his head, "No."
Silence extended between them until Hannibal abruptly stood.
"Congratulations, Frederick. You are correct. I was merely trying to trap you with the idea of a baby," Hannibal gazed almost affectionately, "Nevertheless, please come to my home for dinner tonight. I'd love to cook for you. "
"That also is a trap therefore I will politely decline."
Hannibal tilted his head, "Indeed, it is, mainly to test my internal sneeze baby theory. Farewell."
Hannibal exits much to Chilton's relief.