Despite himself, Will smiles. He's never had someone say they'd do anything for him, let alone mean it - because he knows that Hannibal means it. Whether that's good or bad, who can say.
He turns his head to nose into Hannibal's hair. It smells good. Will takes another inhale.
"Can you - Stay?" Will clears his throat. "Just a while. Until I settle, a bit." He pauses, and smiles again, this time it's an awkward sort of look. Sheepish almost. "Maybe make me dinner?"