"Hm... You have a fair point, Doctor Essen. There's a reason one of us here has his PhD and the other is using his body to get through college," he said lightheartedly, leaning against the counter then and watching as the professor opened up the fresh bottle of bourbon. He smiled and nodded at the man's assumption, gladly taking hold of the glass that had been poured for him before he retired directly across the coffee from Ansel in a separate, but identical loveseat to the one he'd settled down on.<br/><br/>A coy smile found its way onto his face as the man mentioned that he wished he had access to some kind of tool he could use to unwind. "I assure you, Doctor Essen, what I will do for you will relax you more than a masseuse ever could," he purred softly before taking a small sip of his drink, his unwavering gaze remaining on his companion. Though it might seem incredibly awkward to some, he was enjoying simply getting to stare at the man without anybody else potentially finding it odd. It wasn’t as though he generally cared about what others thought of his actions, it just never looked good when a student was infatuated with his or her professor. He didn't need those rumors floating around campus, even though in a short period of time those rumors would ring quite true. So, now, in the privacy of the hotel room where prying eyes were locked outside Lucio enjoyed drinking in the professor's beauty, which he found to be quite boundless, if he was being truthful.<br/><br/>He quirked an eyebrow upwards, which was clearly one of his trademark little movements, and he shook his head slowly as the man asked if he minded him undressing a bit. "I was actually just thinking the same thing. Suit jackets can make an outfit, of course, but I doubt they will ever be the most comfortable of things," he murmured thoughtfully, scooting up to the edge of the seat and stripping off his own beautifully fitted jacket, loosening his tie a bit after draping the fine piece of clothing over the seat and then relaxing backwards again, though not before taking down another swig of his booze.<br/><br/>Once he was relaxed against the seat this new question was posed to him. He pursed his lips together thoughtfully, tapping the edge of his glass slowly against his plump lower lip as he continued gazing over at the other. "There isn't much to know about me, really . . . I'm a very shallow man," he murmured dryly, a soft chuckle escaping him as he moved to lean forwards once again, placing his glass down upon the coffee table. "I suppose if I must share one thing, it would be that I am yours tonight. I'm here to cater to your every whim; whatever desires you might care to explore I am here to be the vessel for them . . . If you don't like these introductory games I'm playing, simply say so, they're just what's worked best for me in past scenarios; but it is growing increasingly clearer to me that you are nothing like any of those I've been with in the past," he answered honestly, reaching upwards and pulling his hair carefully from the knot atop his head, he wrapped the black tie that had held it in place around his left ring finger before reaching up and ruffling his hair with both hands, offering the professor another closed lip smile afterwards. After his hair was down and relaxed, framing his face quite beautifully with its soft waves, he went about removing his tie and beginning to slowly unbutton his shirt. He paused momentarily in between clasps as he slowly began exposing his chest to the other, able to tell quite easily that he was eager to see what his well fitted clothes hid away.