Lucio nodded and smiled warmly at Johanna, "Thank you very much, darling. I'm sure we'll talk more later," he said softly in parting before the woman wandered away and Ansel again took ahold of his hand. He held on to his gifts now, still trying to decide whether or not he'd give him the second whilst they were among the group or later after they'd retired to be alone for the remainder of the evening. It was rather personal, perhaps it could even be classified as romantic, so he wasn't entirely sure whether it'd be appropriate for Ansel to unveil it amongst all of his peers. He didn't have to decide promptly anyways, as Johanna had made it clear that everybody needed to be thoroughly drunk before they'd even begin to think about gifts.<br/><br/>He smiled as Ansel brought him up to a group of well dress men and women. He stood back behind the man slightly through the initial greetings and then he moved directly to his side when he was being introduced to the four individuals. He smiled and nodded politely towards them in greeting, remaining close to Ansel so the pair of them were just lightly brushing shoulders at this point. "It's a pleasure to meet you all," he murmured politely, the soft, charming lilt to his voice ever pleasing to the ears of new acquaintances.<br/><br/>He turned his attention onto Helen as she offered a big, toothy grin and began to speak. He listened intently to her questions and then nodded, smiling. "Yes, Lucio. It's a Spanish name and a derivative of the Latin name Lucius," he commented softly, portraying the same bit of linguistic knowledge that he had on his and Ansel's first night together. "It's also in the play<i>Measure for Measure, </i>written by Shakespeare, if any of you are familiar with his less popular works," he added before tuning in to the woman's second question about where he and Ansel had met. He took a small sip from his glass to buy him a moment of time to think before he offered an answer.<br/><br/>"I took an interest in abnormal psychology, and I met Ansel through my studies," he answered simply before taking another sip. It was vague as answers went, but he hoped that it's suffice the woman's need for information. It wasn't a lie, but only a half truth, as he assumed it would be less than proper to insinuate that he was an actual student. It would be much more socially acceptable if he were a model, a young socialite like Petra, that had simply taken an interest in Ansel's line of study and met him by chance. Either could be assumed by his vague explanation, and he hoped that it'd be the latter.