Lucio nodded thoughtfully as he gazed down at the pancake, already having decided before Ansel explained that it was what he was going to indulge in. He lifted up one of the forks on the platter and delicately cut a small triangle out of the cake. He hummed thoughtfully as he pierced it and had begun lifting it up to his lips when Ansel questioned him on his choice of drink. He didn't even seem to have to think about it. "Coffee sounds absolutely divine, love . . . And if you wouldn't mind pouring a splash of that almond milk into it that would be lovely," he requested softly, leaning and pressing a delicate kiss to the man’s cheek.<br/><br/>He dug into the pancake then, though he ate very slowly and in the end consumed very little. The term that one eats like a bird certainly applied to little Lucio, as could be seen in his stature, though even when he attempted to pack on calories he found it incredibly difficult to put on any weight, and even more so to keep it on for an extended period of time. So more often than not he gave in to his exceedingly light appetite, he figured it would only serve to keep him lean and beautiful in the long run anyways, young men with ravenous appetites and killer bodies turned into old men with double chins and pot bellies more often than not.<br/><br/>He paused in his consumption, however, at Ansel's next words. He set the weighted fork down onto the plate as he reached up and took a gentle hold of Ansel's chin. He gently guided Ansel's face so that his gaze was lifted upwards onto him, and his brow furrowed slightly as he gazed into his beautiful hazel eyes. "Darling, how much of last night do you remember, exactly?" he queried softly, wanting to make sure that the memory of all that he'd admitted wasn't lingering in the man’s skull. He didn't need him filled with false hope that they'd be able to work something out in the end, as Lucio was still quite sure that they wouldn't despite all of Ansel's words.