Hannibal is aware of his friend's nightmares, in part due to their former doctor-patient relationship. That a dream that caused such a physical response was not a nightmare is interesting. It makes Hannibal wonder if it was sexual, although if it had resulted in ejaculation Hannibal would smell it. As it is, he is quite curious what the dream was. He knows Will cannot share here and now, but perhaps later. In the safety of their destination, and after they've been thoroughly sated.

It's a good thing that most of the other passengers are sleeping, that the cabin is still dimly lit even though the sky is growing brighter, that the flight attendants are engaged in their tasks. Otherwise the look that he and Will share might attract unwanted attention, not only because it contradicts their current facade, but also based purely on the intensity between them, at least in part plainly sexual. Hannibal looks away as well, both pleased by Will's yearning and yearning himself for their time in Paris to begin, when they don't have to wear masks with each other, where they can hang up the veil and merely exist together with their souls naked.

"I'm ready for it as well," he murmurs. "It will be good to be able to relax."

He glances briefly at Will before looking forward again. The relaxation he's speaking of is, of course, relaxing their restraints on their desires, and not what anyone else would necessarily find relaxing.