Hannibal is likewise aroused by the ease with which Will is performing his role. He's not the sort of man to have a smile that wide, that innocent, nor a blush that sweet. The Parisians walking by can see Peter Beckett, but only Hannibal knows the Will Graham beneath, and that secret knowledge, shared on this continent only between the two of them, is what thrums, dark and low, in Hannibal's body. Peter Beckett may be a subservient, naive young man under the thrall of an older and more experienced colleague, but Will Graham is an equal, a partner. Giacomo would not allow Peter to dominate him, penetrate him, and he would not love him.

The pharmacy, like all those in Paris, is marked by a green neon cross. Inside it is immediately obvious that French drug stores are nothing like American drug stores, in that they do not sell food or drinks or anything aside from medical supplies and some beauty products. While it will be useful to stock a complete medical kit for their home, at the moment Hannibal is really only interested in getting what they need for their explorations of each other to continue unimpeded. He leads Will to the section where they have a selection of condoms and lubricants, and stands behind and slightly to the side of him, projecting dominance.

"Preferences?" he murmurs.