Face, on the other hand, is enjoying himself far too much - harassing Hannibal about the cake as he kicks back and watches the door. "Is that just a hint of lemon I taste?"

"Federal Marshal? How long have you been waiting to pull that out of your ass?"

"I'll have you know, of the many women I've picked up in bars for you... that works ever better than complimenting the way their smile lights up their eyes..."

"You're shameless."

"I'm good." He takes another large bite.

Hannibal's frown says loud and clear that he agrees - he's good. Too good. And too reckless. But, he gets the job done. "You're really serious about this wedding thing, aren't you?"

"I'm serious about this cake."