[ It doesn't discomfort him to be watched as he works. Death may not be permanent here, but the habits of a lifetime do not fade so easily. Were their positions reversed, Hannibal would watch every move Javert made.
At the decision, he tips his head in acknowledgement. ]
I am always neat.
[ Replacing the brush with the razor, he gets to work. His movements are sure and swift, his comfort with the blade clear in how steady his hand is and how quickly he slices away the hair. Brief touches to Javert's face—a nudge with a knuckle here, faint pressure there—serve as direction so that Hannibal can keep the blade at a perfect 30 degree angle to his skin.
When the left side of his face is smooth, Hannibal moves around to the other side of the chair and starts on the right. He doesn't speak. To do so might invite Javert to talk as well and for the closest, most precise shave, he must be still. When all that is left is his throat, Hannibal moves back to the front of the chair, steps in between his legs, and leans in, one hand braced on the arm of the chair. It isn't quite the same position as when Javert drained him of his blood, but it's as close to it as can be without getting onto the chair with him.
A few passes of the razor and Javert's throat too is bare. Hannibal turns his chin this way and that, double-checking for any errant hairs, before judging the work complete. Stepping back, he sets the razor aside, wets the fresh towel and passes it to Javert. ]
Here you are. To remove the rest of the shaving cream.
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At the decision, he tips his head in acknowledgement. ]
I am always neat.
[ Replacing the brush with the razor, he gets to work. His movements are sure and swift, his comfort with the blade clear in how steady his hand is and how quickly he slices away the hair. Brief touches to Javert's face—a nudge with a knuckle here, faint pressure there—serve as direction so that Hannibal can keep the blade at a perfect 30 degree angle to his skin.
When the left side of his face is smooth, Hannibal moves around to the other side of the chair and starts on the right. He doesn't speak. To do so might invite Javert to talk as well and for the closest, most precise shave, he must be still. When all that is left is his throat, Hannibal moves back to the front of the chair, steps in between his legs, and leans in, one hand braced on the arm of the chair. It isn't quite the same position as when Javert drained him of his blood, but it's as close to it as can be without getting onto the chair with him.
A few passes of the razor and Javert's throat too is bare. Hannibal turns his chin this way and that, double-checking for any errant hairs, before judging the work complete. Stepping back, he sets the razor aside, wets the fresh towel and passes it to Javert. ]
Here you are. To remove the rest of the shaving cream.