[ He could have killed him, easily, as could have most of everyone here - he's vulnerable in his sleep, this room, which is probably lucky that more often than not he finds himself unable to actually actively sleep. "Lucky," depending on the definition.
Will's eyes flicker to the butter knife and then to the tea pot. He scrubs at his face again, watching carefully as he can those hands moving over to the tea pot at his side. He really did. He brought him tea. Hospitality in return for -
Whatever he wants. ]
Entailing?
[ He doesn't mind favors. Favors tend to come with consequential favors in return. Hannibal asking for one is an entirely different beast. ]
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Will's eyes flicker to the butter knife and then to the tea pot. He scrubs at his face again, watching carefully as he can those hands moving over to the tea pot at his side. He really did. He brought him tea. Hospitality in return for -
Whatever he wants. ]
Entailing?
[ He doesn't mind favors. Favors tend to come with consequential favors in return. Hannibal asking for one is an entirely different beast. ]