Hannibal could hire someone to clean his house, and to be fair, sometimes he did. But when it really needed a good clean, he could really only trust himself.

Both the quality of the cleaning and the things possibly seen during said cleaning.

So, he was currently airing everything out so it didn't smell like cleaning fluid. And keeping an eye on Joni so she didn't decide to run out the door.

Well, he was. Until all of a sudden there was a pile of well-tailored clothing with a large king cobra in it.

The snake huffed and started making its way upstairs to the sauna. Looked like it was time for a nice, long nap.