"You can do that here," he suggested. "I have beer. I can find us trashy television." Both sounded like excellent choices, really. Both things that Butcher knew Hannibal liked. So he was more than willing to oblige.
He continued to run his fingers through Hannibal's hair, enjoying the fact that the other man seemed to like the touches. "Not leaving you," he said. "Not in the morning. Stay tonight."
He didn't even care if there was sex involved. Which was a first for Butcher.