[He is used to it—as used to it as anyone from a situation like his can truly be. Every now and then, though, something crops up that he didn't expect. People capable of flight or casting fire with their minds? Fine. Of course. Some of the worlds represented are ones he barely understands, doesn't think he wants to know more, doesn't pry after extra details to fill out the picture. The one that he's working under has always served well enough.
But when it comes to cannibalism, of this hideous variety, Will Graham can't help but have a bit of difficulty digesting it.
Ken's explanation of what happens if he doesn't get what he needs is a horrifying one, gets the first negative reaction out of Will, a hint of a frown as his jaw tightens. Less disgust at the idea and more facing the severity of the situation at hand straight on. There is a big difference between reading a file and hearing it from the horse's mouth, so to speak. That question, though, ah, how should he answer it? The frown and tight jaw disappear as he thinks it over, eventually seems more relaxed at talk of consuming the same species than he is at the idea of Ken losing it and going on a rampage, oddly enough.]
You're not the first cannibal I've ever...encountered. [Generous word for everything that happened with Hannibal Lecter, for what Will himself is, for what so many people running about elite circles in Baltimore are without realizing it. No smile, no nod, but it may very well smack of acceptance without as much, especially when Will leans down to put Ken's file safely away. Almost like this is totally normal! Cannibals? Not getting kicked out of this shop. No shirt, no shoes, no having eaten your own species, no service.] That's not going to be an issue on its own, no.
[Issues will arise if Ken doesn't get what he's been promised.]
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But when it comes to cannibalism, of this hideous variety, Will Graham can't help but have a bit of difficulty digesting it.
Ken's explanation of what happens if he doesn't get what he needs is a horrifying one, gets the first negative reaction out of Will, a hint of a frown as his jaw tightens. Less disgust at the idea and more facing the severity of the situation at hand straight on. There is a big difference between reading a file and hearing it from the horse's mouth, so to speak. That question, though, ah, how should he answer it? The frown and tight jaw disappear as he thinks it over, eventually seems more relaxed at talk of consuming the same species than he is at the idea of Ken losing it and going on a rampage, oddly enough.]
You're not the first cannibal I've ever...encountered. [Generous word for everything that happened with Hannibal Lecter, for what Will himself is, for what so many people running about elite circles in Baltimore are without realizing it. No smile, no nod, but it may very well smack of acceptance without as much, especially when Will leans down to put Ken's file safely away. Almost like this is totally normal! Cannibals? Not getting kicked out of this shop. No shirt, no shoes, no having eaten your own species, no service.] That's not going to be an issue on its own, no.
[Issues will arise if Ken doesn't get what he's been promised.]