<div align="center"><em>Hannibal</em></div><br/>As the captain spoke to the prisoner, Hannibal smirked at her and shook his head to the captain, just before he cocked up a leg and kicked out the back of the right knee. His eyes locked on the American gunner and spit on her face just as he pulled her hair making her arch her back so her head was looking upward. "Answer yee American bitch!" Hannibal's Polish accent cut across his words making him sound different than the Captain and the little one called Sorina.<br/><br/>As he held the American girl in place, he glared at her with his deep green eyes that seemed too bright for his size. His entire hand could grab her head if he wanted to, but instead held her hair in a very tight grip. Looking down at the Captain, since Hannibal did tower over him, he smirked at the man.<em>"The American is quite appealing to yeer tastes sir. Even if yee don't want to have none of that, I say give her too me after you get your information for a little fun, or alot."</em>Hannibal laughed lightly at his own comments waiting for the Captain to finish his conversation so that he could take her for a time. It had been quite a while since he had had any woman no doubt.