[He's all geared up to talk about Hannibal, the mindset of the Ripper, to speak at length about cannibalism and the way he sees his pigs, he is prepared for that conversation. But then Raina has to go and ask that, about someone specific. About someone who means something specific to her. She jumps his train of thought to a much darker topic, and momentarily pulls him up short. He goes quiet, almost like he has to actually think this over. He doesn't, he's just...trying to put together the words.]

God no. [Crude, yes, but hopefully that crudeness serves as emphasis. Emphasis and some bit of proof that Will's not lying, not just trying to reassure her.] Frederick isn't an equal, either. I don't think anyone really is.

[Not even Will. Will, who is definitely speaking quite a lot on behalf of the Ripper. He's not just talking about a serial killer who's profile he knew extensively, he's talking about someone he thought was his best friend. So if there's ever an odd inflection where it seems like he's almost speaking in his defense here, well. Betrayal hits hard, doesn't it?]

Doesn't mean he's a pig, not at all. He's too keen. And useful. Plenty between pig and equal in his eyes, same array as there is between magnolia and kudzu.