To an outsider Hannibal and Will might look like just close colleges, or peers. But...uh. No.

Will has pretty privilege, basically the Frankenstein's wife to Hannibal's Frankenstein's Monster, and a sassy bitch.

Lecter has no impulse control and WILL cook someone if they even so much as mutter a curse in his office...well unless it's Will ofcourse. Will's allowed to do anything. He might be covered in dog hair, and has shitty after shave (Lecter has been meaning to get him a new one...) but he's allowed to do whatever he wants.

Right now, was one of those whimsical moments of their 'totally professional' relationship. Will was happily petting his dogs, hyping them up to play with him and Lecter...well mostly just him. He had been teaching his newest rescue how to play fetch, which led to this...

"That's a good boy! Make daddy proud, get the ball." Will said in that high pitch-only for the usage of dogs-voice as he hyped up Winston.

"Yes sir-." Lecter said under his breath, like 5 feet away. He didn't like dogs. But Will's dogs were an exemption.