Kate nudged the door shut, though she wasn't completely paying attention, her focus drawn to Hannibal taking off his various weapons. "No, it's okay," she said. "There's something weirdly hot about watching you take off all your guns." Definitely weirdly hot, given how much she really didn't like guns, but he wasn't using them and he clearly wasn't planning on using them. "I think it's all the straps."

Whatever it was, it didn't matter. She was enjoying the view and she kicked off her runners before returning to Hannibal, running both her hands up the expanse of his chest.