It definitely made a difference hearing such instances of faith within the first two minutes. Some of his previous attempts at therapy had assured him they trusted him and his judgment only to become hypocrites after his refusal to endure any more medical tests.
Will nodded, eventually, trying to look the man in the eye for at least a second or two. He managed it, but only for that second or two - Dr. Lecter's eyes were surprisingly blank. Either that or he'd gotten good at hiding emotions from intuitive patients.
He sat in a slim, styled armchair, looking down at the floor at first, then managing something close to eye contact - usually he aimed for the nose, or the chin, if he bothered at all. "The true night terrors," Will said, "as opposed to mere nightmares. They began when I was about ten years old. They've continued ever since, but not continuously. They've disappeared and recurred for the last twenty-five years."