Lucio furrowed his brow ever so slightly as he shifted his gaze over onto Ansel after hearing the soft huff. The man seemed distracted, and it didn’t take him long to discover what exactly the mild agitation was about. “Oh, yes, I do know a majority of them,” he murmured as he leaned in a bit closer to his darling, clinging to his arm a bit more firmly. “Of course you have Angelica Clout, then directly to the left of her is<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fe7%2F4c%2F8f%2Fe74c8fdc3f6dc8fb88e49468f2e9a706--fancy-dresses-formal-low-cut-prom-dress.jpg&amp;hash=bbc7a62bfc60b6504f44a5da83b05e0e" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e7/4c/8f/e74c8fdc3f6dc8fb88e49468f2e9a706--fancy-dresses-formal-low-cut-prom-dress.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Molly Angelou</span></a>, she’s a woman of the theatre. Standing over by the headshot of me is<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fpicture-cdn.wheretoget.it%2F2zr3sc-l-610x610-dress-navy-prom%2Bdress-long%2Bdress-maxi%2Bdress-black-fishtail-mermaid%2Bdress-blue%2Bdress-glamour-vintage-night%2Bdress-dark-girl-prom%2Bdresses-long%2Bprom%2Bdress-mermaid%2Bprom%2Bdresses-looking%2B.jpg&amp;hash=56368b46d9cf38cdfe2dc39b4ceac8ed" href="http://picture-cdn.wheretoget.it/2zr3sc-l-610x610-dress-navy-prom+dress-long+dress-maxi+dress-black-fishtail-mermaid+dress-blue+dress-glamour-vintage-night+dress-dark-girl-prom+dresses-long+prom+dress-mermaid+prom+dresses-looking+.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Marybeth Angell</span></a>, she’s the young widow of some high ranking military officer, directly beside her is<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F2f%2F53%2F1b%2F2f531bd118e28d18e334670b3c6c5e5b--sophisticated-outfits-elegant-outfit.jpg&amp;hash=abe53995fad49c082c790f2842e17e48" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2f/53/1b/2f531bd118e28d18e334670b3c6c5e5b--sophisticated-outfits-elegant-outfit.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Alyssa Fitz</span></a>, her husband is the manager of a number of Hyatt hotels. The woman in the more casual outfit over there is<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2Fb6%2Fe7%2F14%2Fb6e714587d999828945fbde0b18f98e4.jpg&amp;hash=47429a79855758f2b7198b985a6ddb06" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b6/e7/14/b6e714587d999828945fbde0b18f98e4.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">Marissa Lewitz</span></a>, another fashion designer.” The boy went on to point out over a dozen women who were a part of little “little” fanclub. There were a handful of men there as well, but none whom he could name though he did recognize their faces. He pursed his lips thoughtfully, however, when he noticed a missing member of his group of devoted followers. “There is one person who seems to be missing, he usual-” The boys sentence was interrupted, however, as someone grasped his shoulder from behind.<br/><br/>A sharp gasp sounded from the boys pretty lips and he jumped away from Ansel promptly, prying himself off of Ansel’s arm as he whipped around to find the culprit to be an exceedingly handsome<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Fe8%2F63%2F38%2Fe863382f801f4520a90369464a6cc6fb--aiden-shaw-stockholm-sweden.jpg&amp;hash=285f8fe621df914dcb3e3b143acc21e0" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/e8/63/38/e863382f801f4520a90369464a6cc6fb--aiden-shaw-stockholm-sweden.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">older gentleman</span></a>. “Oh, Claude! I was just talking about you,” he laughed softly, shaking his head as he smiled warmly up at the gentleman. Oddly enough as he gazed at the older male his expression seemed to soften, and his smile seemed rather genuine in comparison to the one he’d been sporting for Mrs. Clout.<br/><br/>“So I heard, my boy,” the man laughed softly as reached out to grip Lucio’s shoulders. He held the man out at arm’s length for a brief spell and looked him over in complete silence before a grin broke out across his aged features. “Lucio, it’s good to see you again,” he murmured fondly before pulling the boy in for a hug.<br/><br/>“It’s always a pleasure to see you, Mr. Delou,” he murmured as he slipped his arms about the older males broad shoulders. The pair held onto one another for perhaps an inappropriate amount of time, and after they’d separated they both turned to face Ansel.<br/><br/>“So, my boy, are you going to introduce me to your arm candy for the evening?” The man queried lightheartedly.<br/><br/>“Oh! Of course; Claude, this is Ansel, Ansel this is Claude Delou, one of the men I was telling you about that has purchased my photographs in past years auctions,” he murmured, smiling as he watched Claude extend a hand politely for Ansel to shake, whilst winding his other around around him. He didn’t pay any mind to the older gent’s wandering hand, having grown rather desensitized to being inappropriately handled over his years of acting as a glorified prostitute.<br/><br/>“I take it that you’re the astonishingly lucky boyfriend?” Claude chuckle softly as he kept his hand extended in Ansel’s direction. Despite his pleasant expression and overly polite mannerisms there was clearly an edge to Claude in that moment. It clearly seemed as though he was daring Ansel to attempt to stage his claim over Lucio, challenging him for the right to the small englishman. Lucio sensed the tension, but in that moment he opted not to acknowledge it lest he end up exacerbating it. They would all be coexisting for the remainder of the evening, at least until Lucio dragged his handsome dominant up to the suite he'd rented for them. They'd have to play nice for the time being.