Hannibal has a higher probability of trouble at customs, considering he's a man with an Italian name and a pronounced accent carrying a U.S. passport. He has easy explanations in mind, of how he's been a naturalized citizen for the past twenty-five years, but they prove to be unnecessary. The customs officer doesn't get past asking why he is in France (for an academic conference), which Hannibal explains in English to hide the fact that he is fluent in French. The man stamps his passport and waves him on.
When Will catches up to him, Hannibal is scanning the wine selection. He smiles but doesn't look up. "These wines are passable. Not the lowest, nor highest qualities. Ideal for the traveler who wishes to bring home an authentic French wine while not putting an additional strain on a likely already depleted pocketbook."
He looks up then, and meets Will's eyes, and gives him a smile he couldn't give him on the plane, one suffused with the warmth of familiarity, intimacy.
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Date: 2016-03-05 04:39 am (UTC)When Will catches up to him, Hannibal is scanning the wine selection. He smiles but doesn't look up. "These wines are passable. Not the lowest, nor highest qualities. Ideal for the traveler who wishes to bring home an authentic French wine while not putting an additional strain on a likely already depleted pocketbook."
He looks up then, and meets Will's eyes, and gives him a smile he couldn't give him on the plane, one suffused with the warmth of familiarity, intimacy.
"Do you prefer white or red?"