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[il_mostro]

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[noeyecontact]

...52-Hertz is typing a message

[This announcement stays active for approximately five minutes and forty-seven seconds as Will types, backspaces, then types again....and backspaces. Finally, the following message arrives]

I appreciate the advisory, Doctor Lecter.

[il_mostro]

[Now both of Hannibal's eyebrows are raised together.]

I suppose 'You're Welcome' is appropriate. Odd, considering the context, but appropriate.

[noeyecontact]

...52-Hertz is typing a message

Reading Cosmo at the dentist's office?

[You like planting ideas then waiting to see what happens.]

[il_mostro]

[Hannibal's smirk appeared, and he tapped his fingers against his lips before he tapped out a response.]

Does this honestly look like a quiz that Cosmo, of all publications, would put out?

[He liked seeing reactions. He was getting one now. He just .. did not think Will would answer.]

[noeyecontact]

[You went to dungeons in Europe. A current member of a club in DC?
Were you always on the handle end of the stick?]

...52-Hertz is typing a message

Is this why some of those dinner guests fawn over you? Their bottoms red and smarting?

[il_mostro]

[A smile crinkled the corners of Hannibal's eyes, and he rubbed one finger across his mouth.]

You see what you miss when you do not attend dinner parties?

[noeyecontact]

...52-Hertz is typing a message

When it comes to parties, I am not a joiner.
One on one is sufficiently intense.

[il_mostro]

Well, I cannot argue that.

However, now I have to wonder what sort of one on one interaction you are interested in, Will.

[noeyecontact]

...52 Hertz is typing a message

Expanding your practice, Doctor?

[il_mostro]

This would be more of a personal engagement. Not something I would share with patients.

[noeyecontact]

...52-Hertz is typing a message

Nor something insurance or a governmental agency would pay for regardless of how it was coded.

Are your private sessions as in demand as your more social affairs?

[il_mostro]

I would have to say - Yes. Yes they are.

[noeyecontact]

[Scowls at the screen.
Shoves it into his pocket and takes the dogs for a long walk.

After returning, reheating leftovers, working on his next lecture, and pouring a few slugs of whiskey...]

You must have greater stamina than lesser men.
And the variety of partners ensures that boredom isn't an issue.

[il_mostro]

[It is hours later when Hannibal's phone pings again, and he is reading Four Treatises by Paraccelus with a glass of wine at his elbow. He glances at it, puts his bookmark carefully between the pages, and picks up the phone to read.

His lips curve up. Pleased, that this sugar trap continued to bring in attention. His response is immediate.]

Do you honestly believe that I prefer quantity over quality? Tsk.

Although my stamina has been complimented upon.

[noeyecontact]

Do you often go hunting by throwing out your list of preferences?
There are better targets. Ones that might actually be lured in.

[il_mostro]

Oh? Are you offering up some choice targets? Ones that I might lure in.

[noeyecontact]

I hear from your former students and medical staff that you're handsome, intelligent, and clean up good.

Your clique is already panting for you. Why would you want more?
Unless you really do prefer quantity.

Or have you been collecting an inferior cast of subs?

[Jealous, Will?]

[il_mostro]

Tch, I would never get an inferior model.

I shall only take one that fits my needs and requirements.

[noeyecontact]

...52-Hertz is typing a message

[The notification stays active for exactly the length of time, without hesitation, that it would take to type in the question.]

When is your next available session?

[What a way to get off the seesaw in a single sentence and decide after waffling and beating the subject to death, Professor. But when you jump, you leap.]

[il_mostro]

[Hannibal arched an eyebrow at this question, before his lips curved up all the way to the corners.]

Friday. 7 pm.

[noeyecontact]

...52-Hertz is typing a message

Do you want me to bring anything?

A bottle of wine you won't drink?

[il_mostro]

Comfortable, loose clothing for afterwards.

I absolutely will drink your wine. I am merely saving the other bottle for a special occasion.

[noeyecontact]

...52-Hertz is typing a message

So clothes that fit before getting hospitalized?

[Getting in a dig there. He came home to find that everything was baggy. They probably were the whole time he was sick and he just hadn't noticed. After he got home, Will had to go buy new clothes because of the illness and the abrupt weight loss thanks to Chilton's care and hospitality. It did make for an opportunity to reduce the amount of flannel in his wardrobe and was an attempt to comply with Jack's instructions to make nice with Hannibal in order to entrap him. Supposed that requesting an appointment could be seen in the same light. Not that Jack knew what it was for, however. No, Jack wouldn't care that it appeared that Will was prostrating his body to the cause. He definitely wouldn't care because he had already made it clear that Will was to give up everything to catch the Ripper.]


[A second message arrives on the heels of the first.]

You don't have to pretend about the wine. Just regift it to your postman.

[il_mostro]

[Ah, well played, Will Graham. Hannibal couldn't help but smile at the dig, before he responded quickly and without mercy.]

More along the lines of, clothes that won't cling too closely to reddened skin. You should not need the hospital unless I miss a cue from you, or you refuse to use your safe word.

That wine was a gift. One sincerely meant. Of course I intend to drink it and not toss it away.

[noeyecontact]

(Good luck on hearing a safe word.)

...52-Hertz is typing a message

No degradation. I get enough of that from Jack.

Are we still meeting on Thursday or does this replace our regular conversation?

[Made a note to wash his running clothes and dropped the subject of wine. Wasn’t up for figuring out what was lies and what wasn’t tonight.]