Will can feel Hannibal evaluating him, can see it in the way Hannibal's eyes track over his body, cataloging his reactions. It's difficult to tell from Hannibal's expression if Hannibal is disappointed or simply curious, if he's figuring out new ways to test Will's limits. Will has an idea what those sort of tests might be like, more of what Hannibal has been doing more subtly since the day they met. But now there's no more reason for subterfuge, and the idea of being manipulated by Hannibal's talented hands, his poison tipped words, brings a flutter of excitement he hadn't felt at the prospect before Hannibal had taken him completely apart in his bed in Baltimore.

The lessons may even start tonight.

Taking the soft towel from Hannibal, he dries off quickly, not indulging in the feeling of the expensive terrycloth against his skin. Time for luxuriating will come later, he has a feeling, and they've been holding back from each other long enough.

Hanging his towel on the rack, he moves back to the bedroom, knowing Hannibal will follow. Going into his duffel bag, he pulls out fresh clothes, underwear and socks and well worn slacks he knows Hannibal is aching to replace as soon as possible. It's very perfunctory, dressing quickly but not haphazardly, ready to put on another show in public. As he's putting on his clothes, Will is stepping back into Peter Beckett, realigning his perspective. Hannibal is his host in this country and, though they're meant to be here as colleagues, they are giving in to their baser instincts, engaging in a clandestine affair while abroad together. The way Will looks at Hannibal once they're out in the streets has to reflect that, and though it's not really a leap, putting on the sentiment sends a little thrill through him, an easy, but important deception they can build together.