[Chilton shrugged, eyebrows raises, his mouth pulling downwards from one corner of his lips. We did cook together. That was as sensual an image of Hannibal Lecter as Chilton wanted to conceive, that was damning enough. His bluster cut into a small smirk when Will followed such perspective up with agreement.

No matter how resentful, how frustrated the obscured emotions could have been beneath the surface.]

Metaphorically, of course.

[There was no way Chilton would allow isolation from pretentious analogies, not if everyone else in his canon got to indulge.]

I am sure it served you well.

[He hadn't the notion of how right he was, and how severely he would get harmed because of Will's well served jaunt with corruption and power.]

But -- I'd rather not dwell on that devil -- [The implication was Hannibal, but the functionality was Walt. Chilton had moved the conversational topic, obscured his own emotions. Damage was done with Walt, there was little chance that the patient wouldn't have found Chilton's abruptness suspicious. But the fallout was still radioactive and Chilton would confront that nuclear option later.

In the meanwhile:]

You will be relieved to know that I have sidestepped the devil himself again. The real one, no metaphors. [Chilton knew of Will's concern through Raina.] It is astounding how people will underestimate me.