That was only mild distress that Jono was sending back to Hannibal. He was very much enjoying the food, but wasn't entirely certain he was up for this much sensory overload, and was too damn tired to put up a proper wall.

//Any number of... of staff... used to go t'that butcher for... for food... Ermengarde would've recognized him, or... or anyone...//

He was trying to piece together words, Hannibal. Mean.