"Hello, come in."

As per usual, Bedelia was living art, her long golden hair coifed to effortlessly tumble down her right shoulder, her outfit elegant and understated. Not a hair or thread was out of place. There was, however, a very slight, ever so subtle, upturn in her mouth's corners. She was definitely amused about something.

"You appear to be in a good mood. What is it?" He asked politely, although Hannibal had a notion about what was the sudden cause for Bedelia's mirth.

"Much to my own surprise, I will have to inform you that I do not offer my services for couple's therapy." Was what Hannibal was expecting to hear, but hoped not for.

Oh no.

"Hello, Will."

"Hiyah, hun." Will beamed from Bedelia's rarely used couch, Southern accent still firmly in place. "Hope this isn't a bad time for ya."

"I've informed Mr. Graham of this as well." Bedelia said as she sat down, effortlessly grace and poise in everything she did, even the mundane.

"Except, he's not really your patient because you've retired over a very unfortunate incident involving one of your former patients, well, both of yours really, but that's neither here or there...at the moment." Will flashed his teeth in what could have passed as a smile with other people. Bedelia lost any amusement within her being in the face of it. "I'm not his patient or yours either so really we're just three consenting adults having a conversation."

"So it would seem." Bedalia was on guard now, and rightly so.

"You're playing a very dangerous game." Will broke the ice after they sat for a quiet moment of them assessing each other.

"As are you." Bedalia obversed.

"You wanna talk about his person suit or should I?" Will grinned, more fang than folly.

"It's more like a veil..." Bedalia started, pausing when Will interrupted with a cackle. "Does something amuse you?"

"Who's copying who?" Will asked, pointing between the good doctors.

"Will," Hannibal warned.

"Oh c'mon! This is fun." Will looked back and forth before settling down again.

"I assure you it's not." Hannibal started.

"I agree with Hannibal." Bedelia finished.

"Yeah, you would, wouldn't you?" Will chuckled, the sound unpleasant. "Have you figured it out yet?"

"Figured what out yet?" Bedelia was playing her own game, using the tools of her profession at her disposal.

"He's copying you." Will generously gave away the answer, "You're his psychiatrist template."

"Fascinating. How did you come to that conclusion?" Bedelia said, though she kept her eyes on the lion in the room, keeps an ongoing tally on its temperament.

"It's all about perfection with Hannibal, or at least his version of it. This," Will vaguely gesturing at him, "Currently, this is not a perfect fit for an ER surgeon. While this persona is good, but it's not perfect for his former profession. He would have had to construct something else, something like...you. This person suit has far more stored potential than kinetic, less reactionary than before."

"Much like how you are when you are a teacher at the FBI differs from being a field agent in your own line of work." Bedelia tried to level the playing field.

"Oh, she's good." Will said, completely unbothered by the assessment, "How do you see me?"

"As someone who saves a baby bird when they happen upon one." Bedelia said, choosing her words with care while still managing to be dismissive. "How do you see me, Mr. Graham?"

"As someone who steps on a baby bird when they happen upon one." Will shot back, "I see why he likes you. As I said before, you're good, really good...but not so good that you didn't figure out his little game in time."

"What game would that be?" Bedelia became a prism of well maintained, hidden emotions.

"You've already lost at it." Will stated instead of answering or explaining. There was no need too. They both knew about it. "Shame really. How unpleasant for you."

"You...have not?" Bedelia's pause was heavy.

"Not yet." Hannibal said, making Bedelia and Will look over at him.

"Rude answering for me like that, but you gotta love his confidence." Will shrugged, getting up.

"I felt you needed the reminder." Hannibal said, "Where are you off to now?"

"Things to do, people to screw." Another grin was on Will's face, the expression unsettling both doctors in different ways.

"Will," Hannibal sighed.

"You heard the lady. She doesn't do couple's therapy." Will said, "Anyway, I just wanted to meet her. Had to."

"Why?" Bedelia asked, her tone cool as winter kissed steel.

"The big picture of this has broad strokes, and whether you want to be a part of it or not, you're one of those broad strokes." Will smirked, letting Bedelia know that he was unimpressed with her brand of charm, "I would wish you good luck, but it don't believe the feeling would be mutual."

"I think a drink is in order." Bedelia said after a moment of held tense silence.

"Red or white?" Hannibal asked.

"Something scotch, don't you think?" Bedelia sighed. She loved her wine, but sometimes the 14% just couldn't cut it.

"He does have that effect on others." Hannibal amused, annoyed, and yet, still feeling oddly proud of Will. He had merely stated that he had a psychiatrist, never once disclosing Bedelia's name or really anything else about her. Love was an odd emotion to experience.

"It is not...sustainable." Bedelia said as she handed off the cut crystal tumbler, a generous three finger pour of excellent scotch in both glasses.

"You and I, or myself and Will?"

"Both."