[There is one man of esteem between them, but Hannibal would never say such a thing. Not until he's forced to look at him through a barrier. Did you truly believe yourself to be anywhere near a match for me, Frederick? Were you really so fooled? and so forth and so on. He'd save it all for later, letting the man believe that Hannibal was intent on them being the closest of friends.

The poor bastard.]

I will cope with the matter soon enough, Frederick. No need to worry about how it may influence me. In a week, when I come to you, I will be completely fine. It'll almost be like Will Graham's betrayal and subsequent outing ever occurred.