For a brief moment Hannibal thought about the giant age gap between one of the last times he saw a woman's breasts and this time and then stopped, because he had been dumb and didn't like thinking about that. He'd rather think about how MacKenzie seemed to be pretty awesome and he had superb judgement this time. Which was unusual for him.

"I'm digging your current state of preservation," Hannibal told her before peeling off his shirt as they neared the hot springs. "You are a superb vintage. Insert your own joke about wanting to sample your flavor."