Will nods, and he can tell Hannibal knows more than he's saying aloud, keeping up the appearances of a man who may have been in Charles de Gaulle once or twice, or heard stories from colleagues who have been there. But Hannibal's not the kind of person who leaves anything to chance if he can prevent it, and he knows exactly where the shops are in relation to customs, to the gate they're likely to arrive in, to public transportation. It's comforting to know Will's in such good hands, and Will smiles a little at the thought; he's almost certain no one else who really new Hannibal would ever find him comforting.

"I'm really looking forward to getting off this plane," Will says, more banal banter, but it's absolutely true as well. "A glass of really nice wine sounds amazing right now."

Among other things, Will thinks, like being able to relax the spurious tension between them, allowing themselves little touches and gazes of affection. He's also looking forward to being in a bed, though he's fine if that comes after sex if not before it. He imagines they'll probably barely make it in the door before they start in on each other, but after they've at least tempered their desire, Will would love to share that bottle of wine in bed, drink and talk until they're both too drowsy to carry on, then sleep for hours, wake up and do it all again.