Curate, connect, and discover
He watched the tie flutter and swirl down to the floor and he smiled. Tit for tat, the old black magic. It’s a game he knew well. He spread his arms, palms out and inviting.
“Take it off for me.” Be polite, though, “Please.”
Shit? Hannibal almost commented, but decided better of it. In very fluid movements he took off his tie and discarded it to the floor.
“Quid pro quo.” He said nearly in a whisper as he eyed Will’s shirt.