Lucio led Ansel out into the elevator and he didn't speak a single word on the way down. He tried to steel himself, to put on a tough front in an effort to hide away whatever was making his chest tighten every time he looked over at the Professor, but the feeling remained. He told himself that it would fade, in time, that he wouldn't have to deal with this oddly painful feeling forever, but he wasn't entirely sure. There was something about Ansel that drew him in, and even the thought of trying to break that was causing some sort of physical pain deep in his gut. He put on an icy facade, however, and stood opposite from his companion in the elevator, betraying the desire within himself to simply move over and melt into his arms for what little time they had left.<br/><br/>He moved up to the front desk quietly when they arrived to the lobby, and he went through the brief checking out process before accompanying Ansel into the cafe that was settled near the entrance to the hotel. The student glanced briefly at the revolving doors, wondering silently what his professor would do if he simply turned and left . . . Most likely nothing. Despite this easy way out, however, Lucio had to admit that he was interested in why the professor was so eager to spend more time with him. So, he moved into the restaurant with Ansel, watching quietly from his spot situated slightly behind the older male as he requested a table for two at the front.<br/><br/>He took a moment and allowed himself to admire the fine specimen before him, his lips parting ever so slightly as his mind wandered to the evening before. It did not, however, wander to the sex, but simply to Ansel; how he'd looked throughout the eve, when he was fresh faced, beaded with sweat from exertion, laughing jovially, frowning disapprovingly. All of it was beautiful. All Lucio wished, in that state, was to see more of the other. Not necessarily for him to bare himself more physically, as he'd already done plenty of that, but for him to offer up more emotion. In the classroom Ansel was stoic, undeniably professional, but the evening prior Lucio had gotten to see a much more vulnerable side of him and he found that he craved more. It was odd for him, to crave somebody in a manner that wasn't merely physical, and it certainly wasn't a welcome craving for him to be experiencing.<br/><br/>Lucio followed Ansel and the hostess into the back of the cafe slowly, and he smiled faintly at the table they were given. It was quite perfect, in his opinion, nicely tucked away in the back and hidden from a majority of prying eyes. When the waitress arrived a short while later Lucio ordered himself a lemonade along with a simple bowl of fruit, never having been fond of breakfast foods himself. After he'd thanked the woman and she'd scurried off he turned his attention onto Ansel, biting the inside of his cheek lightly as the man reached out and took a hold of his hand and began to speak. He listened to the other quietly, nodding slowly when it seemed necessary and in the end letting out a long, slow sigh.<br/><br/>"Doctor Essen . . . I hate to come across as rude, I really do, but I have no need for you any longer," the boy said softly, his heart constricting in his chest as he spoke these words that he didn't truly mean. "I was with you for the purposes of achieving a goal, and now that that goal has been achieved I cannot see what else you could possibly have to offer," he murmured, dropping his gaze to their hand and watching quietly as he ran his thumb over the man's knuckles delicately. "It's not as though I didn't enjoy last night, I did. It was one of the best evenings I've had with a partner, truthfully. However, I don't choose my partners for pleasure I choose my partners for convenience and I simply think you've used up yours," he finished quietly, carefully pulling his hand back from Ansel's quietly and tucking it away in his lap, ignoring the way his stomach flipped uncomfortably at the loss of contact. He lifted his gaze again slowly to examine Ansel's face, wanting to gauge the negativity of his reaction.