"They are an organ meat I am particularly fond of," he murmurs, his voice steady even as his breathing deepens with Will's touch, as his nipple hardens further. He's quite pleased with Will's reaction, how he meets even the increasingly specific plans of removing and consuming a major organ with arousal. Hannibal's hand goes to Will's side, brushing his fingertips up and down along his lover's flank. "Émincé de Rognon avec Chartreuse would be enjoyable...braised in chartreuse and red wine..."

He leans in and gently kisses Will, tasting how he and red wine might mix. He pulls back, just enough to open his eyes to gaze into Will's with a smile.

"I believe it would be quite enjoyable."