"Oh, yes. It's nothing extravagant but I wanted to get you something other than a bit of ridiculously expensive alcohol I'd already told you that I was bringing along," he commented lightheartedly, gladly giving up his hold on the glass in order to grip the gifts with both hands. "I actually went out this morning and got it from a family friend, had it made fresh just for you. I do hope you like it," he said, glancing over at Ansel and smiling warmly as they made their way over to the table where all of the gifts were stacked up for Ansel.<br/><br/>It was quite the spread of beautifully wrapped gifts and Lucio was sure that his were the plainest looking, and among the smallest, but he didn't mind. One was special due to its rarity, and its alleged fine taste, whilst the other he hoped would be special due to its emotional weight. It all depended on how Ansel received it though, of course. He sighed lightly as he rested the pair on the edge of the table, assuming that they'd be the last little set to be added to the rather ridiculously sized pile of things that Ansel had received as congratulations for making it through another year. The idea of birthday presents had always baffled him, if he was honest, as birthdays had never been celebrated in his family. His father was very against the frivolous spending of money due to their meager beginnings, and birthdays simply never made the budget cut, even to this day when his father could afford to send him six-thousand dollar champagne on a whim. But at the same time he had an odd desire to get something for Ansel, something more special than a repurposed graduation gift.<br/><br/>Lucio perked up as a new person was brought up to them and he looked the man up and down rather appreciatively. He enjoyed the view, or, he at least did so until the man’s voice deepened to a rather flirtatious purr, and his hand reached out and made contact with Ansel's meticulously kept beard. When this took place, Lucio's eyes narrowed ever so slightly and he took a step closer to Ansel. He had no grounds to become possessive, in fact it was rather improper for him to be so considering where he'd been the night prior. However seeing the contact, witnessing the way Ansel's lips parted and his eyes dilated at the sight of the male set off something inside of him.<br/><br/>He instantly relaxed, however, when Ansel stepped back and pulled him in closer. Lucio gladly tucked himself into his lovers side, fitting rather neatly beneath his arm as he smiled politely over at Emerson. He glanced briefly up at Ansel at the first question and he decided that for a single night it couldn't hurt to play a doting boyfriend. "Yes, I am indeed his boyfriend," he confirmed softly, moving to rest a hand delicately upon Ansel's muscular abdomen over the incredibly soft sweater he wore. He'd promised Johanna he was a profession at the act of discretion, keeping the peace, but occasionally even he had to draw a line.<br/><br/>He nodded again at the man’s second question, his fingers curling lightly into the fabric of Ansel's top as he relaxed against him a bit further, looking rather casual despite the boiling feeling in his gut. "I am, quite a bit younger than Ansel at least. I'm twenty-one," he confirmed softly. A small lie, more or less a harmless one; the boy was actually twenty, but he wasn't sure which individuals at this particular party were sticklers about under-aged drinking so it was just much easier to tell everybody that he was one year his senior.