"Hannibal," Yrael half-yowls, ears back and looking like a cat that has smelled a lemon too close. "Why do you speak of such horrible things? If that happens, I will endeavor to sleep through it until the Landlord grows bored with their fun."

With the forge cats, on the roof.

Though Yrael is sure Hannibal would enjoy getting his fur ruffled by Will Graham.

"Kibeth rarely conceals herself in that way, at least," he adds, to Jin Guangyao's remark. "At a time long past, there was curry here that, if consumed, would switch one's consciousness into the body of someone else who had consumed it, and their consciousness into your body. It was a source of great confusion. More entertainment for the Landlord, I would assume."