[ He knows the implication and feels the need to crack the joke regardless, ruffling at his hair thoughtfully and peering down at the butter knife. ] I don't - I don't have anything, no weapons. [ He's not even sure how Hannibal kept the butter knife, to be honest; innocuous in anyone else's hands but Will just has a fine idea of what it might feel like plunged into his lower viscera.
He's moving past Hannibal and more towards the rack of shabby clothing towards the corner of his room. If he's going to be dealing with Hannibal and sharp objects this early, it's going to be dressed. ]
And what do you want from me? [ Curiously, subtly not keeping his back to him but with the veil of helpfulness regardless. ]
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[ He knows the implication and feels the need to crack the joke regardless, ruffling at his hair thoughtfully and peering down at the butter knife. ] I don't - I don't have anything, no weapons. [ He's not even sure how Hannibal kept the butter knife, to be honest; innocuous in anyone else's hands but Will just has a fine idea of what it might feel like plunged into his lower viscera.
He's moving past Hannibal and more towards the rack of shabby clothing towards the corner of his room. If he's going to be dealing with Hannibal and sharp objects this early, it's going to be dressed. ]
And what do you want from me? [ Curiously, subtly not keeping his back to him but with the veil of helpfulness regardless. ]