Laigle de Meaux

"It is one of your finest qualities." Bahorel kicks another pillow onto the floor, and stretches out at easy arm's reach of Lesgle before trading bottles. "Lecter. Hm." He takes a swig of the second bottle. "Perhaps we can do something to aid those he makes most uncomfortable. -- Something not involving Security, since he seems determined to stay very well in the rules while here." He takes another drink. "I should perhaps mention that I've spoken with him since his little visit to our cell."