Hannibal smiles as Will awakes, still stroking his cheek. As much as Hannibal would like to hold Will and let him recover, perhaps sleep together, they don't have the time. So he's luxuriating in the moment, quietly enjoying Will's presence, his scent, the sound of his breath and the beat of his heart. Still, there are things he should do to make sure Will is all right. While he's confident in his abilities to render someone unconscious without causing permanent injury, he is still responsible for ensuring that things have not gone awry, that he hasn't inadvertently deprived Will's brain of too much oxygen.

"Tell me who and where you are," he says softly, brushing Will's hair back from his forehead and peering into his eyes. It's an echo of the litany he recommended for Will when, unbeknownst to him, his friend was still under the sway of encephalitis. It's a good way to test his mental capacity, as well as bring his mind soundly into the present.