Hannibal wasn't impressed, that much was true. But there was something about Will's wet curls that made it matter very little that the man certainly wasn't dressed or presentable for dinner. "Good evening, Will." He finally answered, finished with observing the state he was in.
He stepped inside as his nose searched for the aftershave Will might have been wearing. Had he even attempted that much?
His eyes wandered the younger man's home as he spoke up again, "Busy day?"