Hannibal pauses in a way that makes Will pay attention, his eyes shifting and losing focus. Will's seen Hannibal in this sort of contemplation before, trying to figure Will out, his motivations, and Will guesses he's doing that again now, trying to see what Will's angling for here. Will wonders if Hannibal thinks Will's bargaining with him, trying to secure his continued existence, and as much as he'd like to remain alive at Hannibal's side, it's more about giving Hannibal something he truly wants, a gift for giving Will a new life, the one he's meant to be living.

When Hannibal meets Will's eyes, he sees nothing but dark sincerity, and he can hear emotion in Hannibal's voice that goes beyond fondness or desire. Hannibal is giving Will a gift in return, a promise; as long as Will is faithful, as long as he is Hannibal's partner and not a threat, they will only die together.

"When we're sure we're safe," Will says, a promise in return, reaching up to touch the edge of Hannibal's jaw. "You can choose, because you'll know best what to take," he goes on, his fingers trailing down the side of Hannibal's throat, feeling his pulse jumping there, quick and heady.

"Do you know what you'd take?" Will asks, his voice deep with emotion, love and want, turning his head to take another sip from his wine before he shifts closer to Hannibal.