Hannibal lives his life like a chess game, moving his pieces, anticipating reactions, and planning at least three moves ahead. These past few days, however, have put him into a situation where those three moves were brushed away by an unexpected development, by Will's plans of betrayal. He's been walking in the dark since then, his options limited, the directions of each road unclear. This direction, where Will has accepted his offer of redemption, is probably the most clear path, the one that he can see down for the next couple steps. Had this night gone differently, had they gone into Will's betrayal itself, then there would have been a much more indistinct path. So many decisions would be made on the fly, so many things left up to chance, or the dubious grace of God.

As it is, Hannibal is not fleeing a murder scene. The trap has not been sprung, and so the purpose of the trap, to prove that Hannibal is in fact a murderer by catching him in the act, has not been accomplished. While they may yet be pursued, it will not be as hotly as it might be otherwise. Perhaps the forces within the bureau against Jack Crawford may yet prevail, limiting his resources and making a manhunt, if not impossible, then impractical. Perhaps after laying low for a while they will be able to live quite comfortably in Paris. Perhaps a trip to Florence will be for the purpose of holiday rather than hideout.

The wine is certainly making him feel more sleepy. He is a light sleeper, with the saying "sleeping with one eye open" only just shy of literal, and the wine will not alter that, but it will make it easier to drift off. It is rare that he literally sleeps in the company of a lover, but this doesn't really count, being the least intimate sleep could be. He's merely a weary traveler getting a few moments of rest. Soon, however, after they have drunk their fill of one another, they will sleep, exhausted, tangled together, and it will be an experience more profound for Hannibal than he believes Will can even know.