Will watches in periphery as Hannibal dresses, his movements swift and agile, graceful in this as he is in all things. It's a thing of beauty to watch Hannibal move, everything he does like a ballet, simple tasks a work of art. He can see Hannibal changing outwardly as well, the more clothes he puts on, minute adjustments to his expression, the set of his shoulders, and Will realizes that he's witnessing the reapplication of the mask Hannibal wears. It's not the first time Will's seen it, but as being here with Hannibal is the first time Will's experienced him entirely stripped bare, and observing the transformation from that back to Hannibal's usual, carefully applied facade, is almost jarring.

It also makes Will curious about how much of himself he shows without realizing it. He's not as practiced at disguising his true intentions as Hannibal is, and though he's had practice at it more recently, he's unsure how he'll react when Hannibal finally fully indoctrinates him to his way of life.

But now's not the time for such contemplations. Hannibal leaves the room momentarily and returns with their discarded clothing from earlier, pausing as he reenters the bedroom to hand Will his shoes. Will stoops to put them on, and once he stands again Hannibal is standing patiently, wearing his own shoes and seemingly ready to go out.

"Do you know where we're headed?" Will asks, sure Hannibal probably knows where any and all useful shops and restaurants are in their immediate vicinity, not the type who leaves those sorts of things up to chance even when he's not actively evading capture by law enforcement.