Hannibal's demeanor is quite calm. Looking at him, one might never guess how aroused and desirous he is right now. But Will knows. Will can see, can feel, and Hannibal knows it. It pleases him, knowing that Will can see what no one else can see. That Hannibal need not wear a mask, a "suit," and that even when he does, Will shall still see through it. Still know the truth.

When Will pulls back Hannibal clasps the side of his face, wanting to keep him close. "There are, of course, other ways of relieving this certain sort of tension. Perhaps not as satisfying, but useful nonetheless. We could once again utilize the olive oil, either in the kitchen or in our bed. We could try without lubricant, which is not the best solution, for even though I may not mind the pain, it would not be the most comfortable experience for you, either. Or, we can leave the apartment and procure actual lubricant. Although I imagine we'd want to relieve some of the tension before venturing out, lest our need be...visible."