A smile spreads slowly across Will's lips at Hannibal's commentary, knowing that Hannibal is passing judgement, that he knows how to select the best wine, the most sumptuous food, the all of the most luxurious things in life. Will is more than a little pleased at being able to reap these particular rewards of his partnership with Hannibal, among so many other.

Hannibal turns his eyes up to Will's, and when their gazes lock Will feels a flare of desire, so much more open in Hannibal's expression now than he's seen since they got into the cab in Baltimore. He licks his lips.

"How about one of both?" Will suggests, a hunger in his own eyes now, the idea in his head that they'll need two bottles for the amount of time they'll spend in their flat before they're decent enough to venture out for more. He doesn't know if Hannibal has food there, but a very large part of him doesn't care, can't think of anything he needs beyond the wine and Hannibal's glorious, naked body.