"Sounds nice." Sounds a little listless for Midnighter's tastes. He likes having a goal. But he's not about to knock Marcus' hobbies, and he knows the man will want some time away from him after this is over. Why wouldn't he? Midnighter knows he comes off as... a lot. Too much, too fast. He's trying to fix it, but until then, he'll just make room for it.

He indulges himself, though, nuzzling in close, wrapping Marcus in strong arms a little but hotter than the average body temperature (advanced metabolism), hoping he doesn't mind. A few guys he's been with called him a space heater, and he could never figure out if that was good or bad.

"No reason I can't stay the night?" It's a naked plea, but he can't think of a better way to phrase it, and Marcus has never pounced on his vulnerabilities yet. Maybe he's just not the type.