[ Hannibal gives Will a brief glance as he speaks of entertainment, and there's a very light pull at the corners of his lips. Even if it were innocent, which he severely doubts, he would have the same reaction regardless. ]
Well, that's true enough. [ Which part, he doesn't specify. That's the puzzle for Will to figure out on his own, but as he continues, it seems that it could easily be both. ] I was finding myself growing bored. Though that's hardly any fault of the host. It's been a while since I've been truly entertained. Have you come here to entertain me, Will?
[ To Dr. Auguste, the comment sounds flirtatious, and it may be. It's one face of the coin, but the other is something far more sinister than that. There's more that Hannibal has to say too, but as Will's attention turns to Auguste, he decides to wait and see how this unfolds first. He sets the glasses and bottles aside, and turns back to watch, and his smile twists in a bit more amusement as Will quite blatantly calls out the other doctor. Hannibal's attention stays focused on Will, watching his reactions as if the third party wasn't present at all. ]
I— [ Dr. Auguste puts down his drink, looking at Will with offense clear on his face. ] How dare you? You- A Westie has no right to speak to me that way! Dr. Lecter?
[ It's only once his name is said that Hannibal's attention turns away from Will, and he slowly looks back to Dr. Auguste. The lack of surprise at Will's accusation is clear, and that seems to take the doctor aback. There's only a slight raise of Hannibal's brow as if casually asking what was the matter without saying anything at all. But seeing as he continues to look at him imploringly, Hannibal sighs as if the feigned ignorance tires him. ]
I'm well aware of what you have been trying to do, Dr. Auguste. It would have been clever, if only you were a more clever man.
[ Hannibal's gaze drifts to the unfinished drink as the doctor briefly stumbles over his words, but then back to the doctor as he shifts uncomfortably in his chair. ]
I— I would never- You should keep your Westie pet in control, Dr. Lecter. If you really think I'll be the only one to try and undermine you, you should know better! The Enforcers should have never taken back someone like that in the first place, so I hardly see-
[ Dr. Auguste moves to stand, but as soon as he attempts to do so, he falls. It's as if his legs can't support him anymore. He tumbles to the floor, still perfectly conscious and aware, but the sensation is starting to leave his limbs gradually. He starts to shout in alarm, but Hannibal doesn't seem bothered by that at all. He tucks his hands into his pockets as he watches Dr. Auguste claw at the carpet as if that will somehow help him regain the sensation in his legs, but when he grows bored of this, his attention turns back to Will.
In that moment when their eyes meet, it's once again like it's just the two of them. The sound of the doctor throwing a fit almost doesn't seem present, because Hannibal just asks a simple thing of Will as quietly as if it were only the two of them. ]
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Well, that's true enough. [ Which part, he doesn't specify. That's the puzzle for Will to figure out on his own, but as he continues, it seems that it could easily be both. ] I was finding myself growing bored. Though that's hardly any fault of the host. It's been a while since I've been truly entertained. Have you come here to entertain me, Will?
[ To Dr. Auguste, the comment sounds flirtatious, and it may be. It's one face of the coin, but the other is something far more sinister than that. There's more that Hannibal has to say too, but as Will's attention turns to Auguste, he decides to wait and see how this unfolds first. He sets the glasses and bottles aside, and turns back to watch, and his smile twists in a bit more amusement as Will quite blatantly calls out the other doctor. Hannibal's attention stays focused on Will, watching his reactions as if the third party wasn't present at all. ]
I— [ Dr. Auguste puts down his drink, looking at Will with offense clear on his face. ] How dare you? You- A Westie has no right to speak to me that way! Dr. Lecter?
[ It's only once his name is said that Hannibal's attention turns away from Will, and he slowly looks back to Dr. Auguste. The lack of surprise at Will's accusation is clear, and that seems to take the doctor aback. There's only a slight raise of Hannibal's brow as if casually asking what was the matter without saying anything at all. But seeing as he continues to look at him imploringly, Hannibal sighs as if the feigned ignorance tires him. ]
I'm well aware of what you have been trying to do, Dr. Auguste. It would have been clever, if only you were a more clever man.
[ Hannibal's gaze drifts to the unfinished drink as the doctor briefly stumbles over his words, but then back to the doctor as he shifts uncomfortably in his chair. ]
I— I would never- You should keep your Westie pet in control, Dr. Lecter. If you really think I'll be the only one to try and undermine you, you should know better! The Enforcers should have never taken back someone like that in the first place, so I hardly see-
[ Dr. Auguste moves to stand, but as soon as he attempts to do so, he falls. It's as if his legs can't support him anymore. He tumbles to the floor, still perfectly conscious and aware, but the sensation is starting to leave his limbs gradually. He starts to shout in alarm, but Hannibal doesn't seem bothered by that at all. He tucks his hands into his pockets as he watches Dr. Auguste claw at the carpet as if that will somehow help him regain the sensation in his legs, but when he grows bored of this, his attention turns back to Will.
In that moment when their eyes meet, it's once again like it's just the two of them. The sound of the doctor throwing a fit almost doesn't seem present, because Hannibal just asks a simple thing of Will as quietly as if it were only the two of them. ]
Will, would you lock the door?