Will nods, and he's fallen enough into his role as Giacomo's giddy, clandestine American lover, he offers Hannibal a little smile that's full of promise. Straightening his shoulders, he accompanies Hannibal down the hall to the entry, stepping out in the hall and waiting with his hands in his pockets as Hannibal bolts the door behind them.

"Tell me what you love most about Paris," he says as they take the stairs to the street. It's dark and cool, the sidewalks largely vacant, only a few people out and about, headed home from work or on their way to get a drink. Will makes note of the storefronts and buildings and street names as they go, his eye resembling that of a tourist to disguise the practiced gaze of a criminal profile cum wanted criminal. Peter Beckett wants to know where he and his sexy, European professor can get a good croissant for breakfast, but underneath Will Graham is memorizing the lay of the land, deciding which vendors he'll befriend and which he'll avoid, building on the story of their concealment.