Jonathan made a face at being treated like a ragdoll, listening to the other man's words, snorting softly at the question. "You," he said softly. It wasn't something he conciously thought of when Hannibal wasn't around, the attraction vanishing in the day to day life.
He honestly couldn't even put his finger on the why. Yes, Hannibal was good looking, brilliant, deadly...but so was Edward. It just...was.
"Fear," he continued, shrugging his uninjured shoulder. "Death. I desire a lot of things."