Hannibal Lecter (2)

His eyes drift from the paper to the person in front of him. What a delightful case this is. His need to peek into the human mind has left him with some less-than-friendly desires, however, his demeanor is neat. He's not too straightforward, but his intentions are known. In front of him, was a simple investigative professor. But he knew, inside of him, was an anomaly. One he was hoping to dissect, to taste, to cradle that beautiful, beautiful, messed up mind of his.

"Will."

Hannibal said in a quiet and calm voice, his expression on his face was as reserved as always without a single emotion, but deep down he was just torn with feelings and desires for Will. He sees Will face the table, clearing up the riots. He began to approach him slowly, gliding over Will's body