"That. He. Does." There was no denying it. Most of Hannibal's victims had shown a level of crass disregard for propriety. Or those that he'd met anyway.
Will settled back and simply listened to her play. There was a certain pleasure he took in it. In her obvious pride. His own pride swelled with each key struck. He could close his eyes and imagine her playing in front of a crowd in an auditorium somewhere. That was what her life should have been like.