Having to not touch Will, to not give in to the deep urge to tear off his clothes and have him right here and now, is delicious torture. For the moment denial is sweet, and Hannibal is anticipating a million little ways it will become all the more painful and all the sweeter. Sitting next to each other, so close, in the taxi, on the airplane, on transport in Paris. They will likely sleep on the plane, and even the idea of Will simply resting his head on Hannibal's shoulder causes a small flush of frustrated desire. Hannibal is enjoying every moment, while also knowing that this pleasure will be far, far exceeded once they have reached Paris and can have their ways with each other.

Will's question elicits a wistful smile from Hannibal. "I have a top floor flat in la rive droite, a mere three blocks from the Louvre. It's spacious for a Parisian apartment. It has been in my possession for some time, even though it has been years since I've last visited. The furnishings are sparse for the moment, but that will give us the opportunity to purchase furniture together. Of course we'll also have to stock the pantry, purchase china and silverware...we'll have plenty to keep us busy for the first week."

He lifts an eyebrow in silent recognition of what they both know they will be doing the moment the door closes behind them.