[ Will makes a highly unimpressed face when he hears how Martin called them the 'same.' God, at least Hannibal spent some time spinning a metaphor or setting up a ridiculous situation.

That frown turns into a surprised smile at the compliment Malcolm pays him at the end. He bites his lip and looks down at Malcolm's hand, which he quickly reaches out to grab. He quickly brings it up to kiss their joined fingers. This has the side effect of keeping them both very close. ]

I am so...so glad to hear you say that. I always want to make you feel that way. [ He looks towards the kill room. ] And...I don't think your darkness has anything to do with ending lives, either. Not from what I've seen today. What it is...it's not the same as your father's. I don't think it ever was or could be.