Will seemed a little on edge now that Hannibal was standing between them. He swayed on his feet, placing his glass down on a small table, to which Hannibal side eyed him, finding it bad mannered to set it down without a coaster under it, still, it was Will who had done it, and Will was easy for the Docter to forgive.

Slipping his hands into his pockets, seeming agitated and finding it hard to look at the two of them now. He didn't like it when he was spied on and found no other reason why Hannibal would find himself and Margaery so fascinating that he'd ignore his other guests.

"Margaery here was telling me you're helping her with some stuff? ... Is it not a bit unorthodox to socialise with your patients?" His dig was at Hannibal himself and didn't reflect in the slightest how he felt towards his new friend, Margaery. Hannibal, however, shot Will down in an instant. "I socialise with you all the time, Will. Having conversations and consultations are two entirely different things, wouldn't you agree?"

Hannibal took a drink of his wine, eyes trained on Will, waiting for his reaction. He'd listened enough to know that he'd introduced himself as a teacher, he wanted to see what would happen when Margaery learnt that Will too, was in fact a patient of his.