The shock of the cold water to bath-warmed skin makes Hannibal's nerves sing in a not-wholly-unpleasant way. He turns his face upwards to the spray, enjoying the feel of the cold water on the heat of his cheeks, through his short hair, over his shoulders and back and chest and swell of his ass. He's not reaching for soap or shampoo, because that level of cleansing would take more time than he's willing to spend, and the cold water would make soap hard to wash away. Rather he's letting the water itself carry away the oil and come and sweat that their lovemaking has left behind.

Once he feels sufficiently washed he lowers his head again and opens his eyes to see how Will is faring, wondering if he's shivering, if he is finding the cold shower unpleasant, or if there's some enjoyment in it for him as well.