With particular heed to your segment of the duties, yes, go on and do it. [Javert drops the bottle into his pocket. That shall be his emergency rations.] Your employment contract and your key will be delivered to you tomorrow.

[In his reading, Hannibal Lecter ought to notice his work will have the most latitude against humans. Monster sentencing has a bit more constraints involved, and anything involving "rehabilitation" is directed toward channeling violent impulses to humans, and not one's own kind.

Javert leaves the drawer of drugs to Hannibal's own personal store, and indicates as much with a curt shake of his head. Keep those in an event of an emergency. He instead helps himself to hoisting the boxes marked for distribution into his arms.]

Shall we go? If the property is as big as you say, it will be the better part of the afternoon to examine it properly.