Hannibal, the hypocrite, is like, “You’re rude and I will steal your organs and elevate you through my wonderful cooking skills and intellect and then I will consume you because the tragedy is not to die but to be wasted” and then he turns around and goes, “I will eat your brain, Will, because you won’t let me have you any other way and I love- love- love you (an impression of Mr. Darcy from the 2005 Pride & prejudice movie in case it isn’t known (in this economy??? It’s on netflix please watch it))” and it’s like, Hannibal has itchy teeth. That’s what it is. To him, both affection and disdain begin at the mouth. His feasts are biblical. Punishment and plea. Repurcussion and want. Odd creature! Imagine understanding this and sitting down at the dining table with him. You can’t make him not eat you. Will (metaphorically and literally) dines with him regardless, such is his wrath.