Hannibal is looming behind Will. Arm coming round as if in an embrace, moving swiftly. Will is still in shock about Abigail when Hannibal warmly welcomes him with open arms.
(WILL) Is Hannibal in love with me?
(BEDELIA) Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you and find nourishment in the very sight of you? Yes. But do you ache for him?
(HANNIBAL) Do we talk about teacups and time and the rules of disorder?
(WILL) The teacup is broken. It'll never gather itself back together again.
(HANNIBAL) Not even in your mind?