Will had stuck to seared scallops for his dinner, everything else reminding him too much of Hannibal's tastes, including the candle lit setting. While he was enjoying the meal with Yelena-letting Hannibal sit in the back of his mind- Will noted eyes on them. He could feel the distance gaze of predators crawling across his skin.
Blinking back to focus on Yelena, he nodded with a sip of his own wine. "I'm fine." But there were things- dark things- scratching at his senses, imbedding into his empathic mind. "I think I just need some fresh air soon," he smirked at her.
But the feeling wouldn't go away. Predators sensed him as he sensed them, though the uncertainty hung between them if he were a lion to fear or a lamb to slaughter for he held both inside him.