Hannibal smiles. "An entirely safe assumption. Somehow I think you and I will not be apart from one another for any significant amount of time for the next few days at least." It's only to be expected, Hannibal supposes, since they are in love and newly lovers. It is quite common for couples so freshly minted to cleave to one another, needful of the company of the other. And if anything, Hannibal would theorize that the two of them would be more so inclined instead of less, considering the pre-existing intensity of their relationship, as well as the watershed effect of a would-be betrayal, and a likely murder, precipitously overturned.

Hannibal leans in and brushes a kiss against Will's lips before sitting up, swinging his legs over the side of the table, and standing. He stretches his sore arms, rolls his head to stretch his neck, then turns, smiles, holds out a hand.

Hannibal leads Will to the bathroom. Like the kitchen and the bedroom, the bathroom is impressively large and ornate, with a large tub and a separate glass box shower. Hannibal goes to the tub and turns on the faucet, experimenting with the water until it is just below scalding. Then he leaves it to fill as he searches the cabinets for soap.