Hannibal didn't mind not shaking hands with the woman. It wasn't that he was above such things or thought she was particularly dirty, but she was busy and he understood that. It was more of a chore to put down the things that she had going on for something as simple as a handshake. Especially considering they were already sharing a table. They'd progressed handshakes and introductory pleasantries.
"It's a family name, actually." Hannibal's namesake had been a relative, not the conqueror who had come later. "I am the eighth to bear the name."
His Will. Yes, Hannibal supposed, that was correct, at least here. Will was his. Will had no other guiding force, nobody else around to keep him sane. He had one man only who knew what was going on and the things that he'd been through. Like it or not, Will Graham had to rely on Hannibal Lecter to stabilize him.
"Depends on what? I'm speaking mostly of physical harm. There are none that will attack without provocation? None who wish to destroy the others in this group? Are you all working together as a cohesive unit to counteract the situations you are placed in? As to the situations themselves, do you recall being placed? How does it work?"