It comes again, a little more curtly, with what could only be code. "He's tapping 'open now'. I'm gonna hurt him." Face whispers, lifting his head up with a slight smile that only shows a hit of red wet eyes. "Go clean up, I'll handle the boss."

Not even bothering with the decency of a towel, he stumbles up on his feet, wiping off with a tissue beside the bed on his way to the door.

"We're kind of busy," he groans with a nonplussed eyebrow when he opens the door halfway into a morse code lecture about opening doors. "If you don't mind, I've got... oooh... cake..."

"You've got at least ten minutes before second wind." Hannibal frowns, only slightly, and hands over a large plate-sized slab with two forks stuck in it. "You could have grabbed a towel."

"You could have waited five minutes."

Hannibal's frown quirks to a near grin and he shook his head; "You're shameless."

"You're going to let us resume our honeymoon." Face smirks, licking his lower lip.

For a moment, Hannibal's silent - taking note of the dark shadows and pink irritation of his Lieutenant's eyes - and then he nods slowly. "As you were. Leave him fit for flying tomorrow, got it?"

"No worries, boss. Doctor Love's on duty."