Ansel was in the middle of slicing up some strawberries and separating slices of orange when one of the teenagers had slid into the kitchen without his noticing. It wasn't until Ian opened his mouth that Ansel turned around, his thick eyebrows raised curiously but his face otherwise offering little acknowledgement. "Good morning," Ansel replied simply, letting his eyes wander over Ian for a moment before turning back toward his task. "Ian, is it?" Ansel queried, vaguely remembering the mini-lesson Lucio had given him the day before when he had listed off the names of his brothers' friends. "Lucio mentioned you to me. I suppose Cassio and Griffith mentioned me to you then? I apologize, I'd shake your hand but mine are currently sticky." He smiled politely, though Ian was to his side and he couldn't be sure the young man had seen. He hadn't forgotten Lucio's warning; that Ian, like Lucio himself, was strongly attracted to older men. He didn't want to presume that Ian was down here solely for him, Ansel knew himself to be attractive, but he didn't assume he appealed to everyone. Even Lucio, who Ansel thought to be the most beautiful man he had ever seen, wouldn't get everyone's cock to twitch.<br/><br/>Ian wasn't too bad looking himself. Truly, Ian could be considered beautiful, and if Ansel didn't currently have the blonde on his mind and in his heart, he would have spared no time trying to get into the young model's pants if he didn't annoy Ansel too much with mindless prattle as most teenagers did. Sometimes young men were best when they were quickly fucked and then left alone. Ansel had become an expert at the quick fuck, and the younger the man the more likely he was to stick his dick in them and leave without a second thought. Even Lucio was perhaps young enough to merit this treatment, but the boy's mind was far beyond that of anyone his age, and he had taken Ansel's heart swiftly and without mercy. Ansel couldn't leave Lucio alone even if he tried.<br/><br/>The professor's ears perked up as Ian continued speaking, commenting on his and Lucio's lovemaking from the evening prior. Although knowing how inappropriate it had been, Ansel couldn't help but grin and puff up his chest somewhat proudly. The sex had been beyond amazing, and Ansel recalled every passionate moment of it. He only hoped Lucio would feel the same when he awoke. "Yes, we slept quite well, Ian, thank you," he replied simply, not wanting to engage the young man too deeply on this topic. He supposed it was impossible to ignore to some degree--Cassio and Griffith had made a very strong point in criticizing the two for their actions--but he was surprised that this young stranger would have the same gall. Lucio had warned him, however, and young men who liked older men tended to be quite bold when it came to making small talk.<br/><br/>In an effort to be polite, Ansel briefly pointed to the sliced up fruit and the bacon he had sizzling in a pan on the stove. "I'm in the process of making a bit of breakfast for myself and Lucio. If you're hungry, I could make a little extra for you. Would you like that?"