Dragging his tongue across his canine, Will's lips pulled back in brief sly smiles. "I don't see why the answer would be no. Our kind want those moments of normalcy as much as anyone." His lips brushed over hers as he spoke, a dark playfulness in his tone and the glimmer in his eyes.
Alcohol also helped ease out certain awkward habits and those voices in the head that whisper about keeping oneself away for the safety of others. Will had to deal with those whispers even after Hannibal's infection of him. It was his 'pure empathy' that caused them after all and even upon accepting his own darkness it never went away, it made him better.