Will nods as much as he can, his head on the pillow, his mind filling with the possibilities of Paris. He thinks about the flight as well, sitting by Hannibal's side for all those hours, journeying to their new lives together. It brings a dozen questions to mind, and while he knows they should be on their way soon, Will can't help wanting to lay here, naked in Hannibal's bed, a while longer. It doesn't help that Hannibal's hand is stroking up and down Will's bare side, a touch that's soothing and arousing all at once, this kind of attention from Hannibal making him feel loved and wanted in a way he never has before.

So he allows himself to ask a question, reaching out to trailing his fingers through Hannibal's fine chest hair. "What's our story?" He means the cover that Hannibal's created for them, the fantasy they'll maintain whenever they're in public. Knowing Hannibal, he's probably come up with something intricate but easy to adhere to, something that will make it difficult to be trapped in their lie. Whatever it is, Will's eager to heart it.