"Old-fashioned is good, it has meaning and value. Timeless. Like the painting, beautiful and grand." Will gulped more of his wine, it was his nerves if truth be told. Here he was, a hermit of a man, awkward in social settings and faced with a beautiful woman who wished to talk idly with him at leisure? He needed all the liquid help he could get.

A humbled smile shy and small where it sat on his lips when he took her compliment about his work ethic. "Well, I er..." Huffing out a single laugh before shaking his head. "I've er grown lazy, complacent and fat with knowledge. I mostly teach... You didn't say what it was you do?"

Hannibal looked as though he was trying to edge away from the guests that had cornered him, this frustrated Will. He could tell that Hannibal wanted to interrupt or eavesdrop on their conversation. So, Will moved over towards the bookcase, gesturing for Margaery to follow. "He's a well-renowned Docter, I'm sure he'll help you to the most of his ability. I ... " Will paused, he felt conflicting feelings. To tell her that he too had sort Hannibal's help, or did he swallow down the desire to share?

As they moved and continued to talk, Hannibal watched them curiously. Tapping his guests on the arms as he made his excuses to leave, drawing ever closer to the two. Like a wolf with the lamb.