Of course the thought's there, [Whale responded, utterly befuddled and utterly grumpy.] Hannibal the cannibal. [It was too simple, too easy. Hannibal the cannibal and Hannibal the murderer, psychiatrist so he could spot the troubled patients that no one would miss, surgeon so he could know how best to remove organs, gourmet chef so he could cook the meat, tenderize it and make it taste less human. And then what? Serve it up in a casserole dish? Have reheated human for supper on the days when he worked late?

Needless to say, he's going to have to do a little investigation of his own. Just gently bring up Will Graham to Alana, see what she thinks, posing it as a concerned friend, someone who cares, not the man's doctor who is starting to worry ever so slightly that he's gotten in over his head. He was a surgeon, not a psychiatrist. He could help cure Will's encephalitis. He couldn't cure any mental diseases.

And then they're back to Victor Frankenstein, like Hannibal the cannibal was just a passing thought. And really, Whale's thankful that Will won't ask Regina any questions. Out of all the people here, she's the one that could damn him the fastest. After all, he ruined her life twice over--and that is not a subject Whale is fond of going into at the moment.]

Don't worry. As far as I'm concerned, none of this leaves this...bracelet. [He can't exactly say 'none of this leaves this room,' now can he. And he's sincere in his words: he won't mention Will's thoughts on Hannibal Lecter to anyone else. That being said, there wasn't anything wrong with getting a second opinion on the man himself, or confessing to Alana his doubts of Will's sanity...but that was an entirely different can of worms he needed to sort out before he could do anything.] But call me whatever you want. Most people call me Whale nowadays, but I'll answer to anything.

[Whale, Victor, Frankenstein, that asshole over there...]