Will shivered a little as they made their way out onto the balcony. The was fresh with a nip to it, made you feel refreshed after being in that stuffy room full of people with too many opinions. A few other guests were out there too, smoking away on their cigarettes and cigars, a few other off around where the lamp was low, moths bumping and bashing at it, their silhouettes casting a puppet show on the ground of their intimate affections. Will turned away, clearing his throat.

It would have been rude to ignore Margaery's question. Though Hannibal made him feel uncomfortable at the best of times, it was something even harder to talk openly about him. "You don't stand it... You need therapy to get over it." He joked and smiled at her, before leaning over the railings and looking off into the woods behind the house. "Don't get me wrong, Hannibal is a talented psychologist, you'd struggle to find a better one... It's just he likes to see what's going to happen next." Will's eyes glazed over as he looked out over the treetops and the canopy of stars that twinkled down upon them. "I'm his favorite toy... He likes to wind me up and watch me go."

Turning and leaning his back against the railings now, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath and tilted his head back. In that moment he was calm, he had clarity and everything was okay. As the nipping wind passed his face, flirting with the deep, dark curls of his face, Will smiled to himself, he could feel Margaery watching him. " What? I know you're smirking." His voice was almost playful and yet he still held his eyes closed.