Lucio began to stir once Ansel left his side, but he somehow managed to remain in a light slumber all the while. He muttered softly in his sleep, mentioning Ansel's name quite a few time as he tossed and turned uncomfortably in the large bed all by his lonesome. A bit of a chill took him, and when Ansel's voice pierced his suddenly restless dreams he awoke and immediately began to shiver. He grumbled unhappily as he came into full consciousness, tugging one of the blankets up around his naked body as he slowly sat up and looked around with a partially aware gaze.<br/><br/>He looked rather precious like that, his eyes only half open and his expression betraying incredibly drowsiness, with his hair a bit wild from his time asleep. The pretty visual was ruined, however, by the dark bruises marring his skin, specifically the massive one that ran along his jawline. It was fully visible now that the makeup he'd used to conceal it had been rubbed off over the course of the night. He shifted his gaze around slowly before it finally fell on Ansel, and then a warm smile overtook his face.<br/><br/>"Good morning, darling," he muttered softly before he produced an extremely drawn out yawn, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair haphazardly as he did. His gaze wandered down to the food Ansel had in hand once he was coherent enough to recognize it and he donned a smile once again. "Hm, he's an intellectual and a chef? What a catch," he commented as he slowly moved to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over. He cringed at the simply movement, feeling as though he was growing more and more sore by the minute instead of the opposite. It would pass eventually though, he knew this much, he just needed to ride the waves. "I will come right back to eat with you, Ansel, I just need to go relieve myself briefly . . . And do you have a toothbrush I can use? I'd rather you not kiss me or come to year until I'm freshened up a bit."<br/><br/>Lucio proceeded into the bathroom after he'd received his answer. He relieved himself quickly, washed his face with a clean rag, brushed his teeth, and tried to make his wild mane look at least somewhat decent before he returned to Ansel. He hopped onto the bed quietly, surveying the decadent spread that the man had prepared for the pair of them. "It looks delicious, love . . . What's this here?" he questioned, pointing out the apple pancake curiously.