Sinric smile and presses a fleeting kiss to Hannibal's eyelids before moving away.

He puts on some more music - low and soporific as he goes about his tasks - shower himself before kneeling by the bedside with a soft cloth and a bowl of warm, fragment water.

He washes Hannibal slowly, gently and with a ritual of care. First his face and neck, smiling to himself at the smattering of hickies that dot Hannibal's throat. Then his hands and arms and down.

Part sponge bath, part relaxing massage, he hums softly along with the music.