[ Will can't bring himself to break the eye contact either, so for now Hannibal gets unfiltered eyes gazing right back at him. Will smiles enough after for teeth to show, a slight reddening of his ears as the moment continues. ]

I don't speak any Spanish, but I'm sure I can get by. With you.

[ Which is direct enough to fluster himself a little and he sighs softly, eyes looking away for a moment to where Hannibal's hands sit in his lap. A moment later, Will reaches forward to lace his fingers with one and gives a soft squeeze. ]

I suppose we should --

[ Then the train stops, the whistle blares and the Sheriff calls from outside. Will's focus is taken away and he pulls his hand back, looking out towards the window. There's a small frown on his face as he looks there and then back to Hannibal, finishing his sentence despite being thrown off so sharply. ]

We should see where we are, first.