Hannibal meets Will's eyes and smiles, once again moving to cup his cheek tenderly. There are, of course, three ways to address their relationship in public: hide it, accept it, and flaunt it. Flaunting would of course be rude, and Hannibal is certain Will would not wish that sort of attention. Hiding it might be prudent, if just because of the possibility that a homosexual relationship may still attract undue attention. Yet Hannibal understands Will's desire to be open about it, to be public about the fact that they are both taken, that they belong to each other. Hannibal is unfamiliar with the feeling of being possessed, and yet he finds it deeply satisfying to belong to Will.

"My lover," he confirms softly. "And I am yours."

When Will's fingertips brush over Hannibal's nipple, Hannibal closes his eyes for a moment, drawing in a breath, savoring the sensation, before opening them again. "My passport and documents are under the name of Giacomo Reyer. Yours are under Peter Beckett. We may keep or discard those names as we see fit in Paris. Although of course if we discard them, we shall have to acquire new papers."