Will had, of course, fully intended to take advantage of that opportunity, so Hannibal wouldn’t have been entirely wrong in thinking that. His ulterior motive simply hadn’t been his only motive, and… what tired phrase was it Bedelia had used? Can’t live with him, can’t live without him? As usual she had managed to hit quite close to the mark, but had still been just a bit off. It was not that Will couldn’t live with Hannibal. The legitimate temptation he’d felt even back when he was trying to get him arrested to just side with him in the end over Jack was proof enough. Even back then it had been easy to see that he could slip into the world he was so genuinely offering him. No, it was more that he felt like he shouldn’t. Still, ‘shouldn't live with him, can’t live without him’ didn’t have as much of a ring to it.
He thought that maybe his thought process in that last moment on the cliff might be something worth discussing, but the looks of understanding and acceptance that Hannibal kept directing at him were proof enough that doing so wasn’t really necessary. Perhaps at a later point in time Hannibal would gently prod him into talking about it, simply for the sake of getting him to talk about the inner workings of his mind, something that Hannibal was both good at and clearly enjoyed, but the topic could wait until then.
Eventually, he did decide to pull back, although not without returning the affection of those kisses to his temple with one to the spot where his sweater began to expose his neck as he raised his head from his shoulder. He didn’t pull out of his grasp entirely, however. Just loosened his hold and stepped back enough to look him in the eyes again as he spoke. “It might not be a terrible idea to get a better lay of the land here, don’t you think?”