Lucio couldn't deny that the night was relatively enjoyable, though he doubted it would have been even remotely nice were he not glued to Ansel's side the entire time. There was something about receiving affection from his lover here in a partially public space that set his heart aflame and caused his gut flutter eagerly about with butterflies. Ansel was closeted, he knew that much, and yet the man was showering him with affections come what may and that was enough to make Lucio swoon at least the slightest bit.<br/><br/>He tried his best to remember the constant barrage of faces, names, careers, relationships, but he found it rather difficult to keep them all straight. Some were easier to remember than others, as they had made an impression, such as Emerson and Deandra, but others didn't seem to stick quite as well. Lucio doubted he'd see any of these individuals ever again, however, so he didn't fret over the memorization all that much. Instead he focused on charming the parties guests, which grew increasingly easier as the night went on and more and more alcohol was consumed by the lot of them.<br/><br/>By the time Ansel was on his sixth or seventh glass of the smooth alcohol of his choice Lucio was only just progressing onto his second glass of champagne. He'd been sipping it slowly so as to savor the subtly sweet flavor and to remain sober enough to drive Ansel home at the end of the evening, which seemed that it would certainly be permitted based off of the buzz that the man had building at this stage. He had gathered that the professor held a fairly respectable level of tolerance for drink but even the heaviest of the heavy-weights had a drop off point, and if Ansel continued to drink at the rate he was Lucio assumed they'd witness it soon.<br/><br/>He was lounging back on the couch now, cuddled comfortably against Ansel's broad chest with his legs stretched out upon the furniture behind the back of a few folks who had settled onto the edge of the fine furnishing. The conversation felt less like an actual conversation and more like an interrogation, but Lucio had to admit that he didn't mind it. He enjoyed entertaining, as Ansel knew well enough, and to have this large group of people hanging on his every word was rather enjoyable, despite the fact that nearly every question was about Ansel and not himself. He listened intently to the next question Deandra had to asked and he laughed softly at the prospect that all of these folks wanted to know one thing: how proficient Ansel was at sex. He supposed for those that had know him for a long while and had never had intimate relations it'd be something they were honestly curious about; there had to be a way Ansel kept all the young, beautiful things he caught around for extended periods of time. He glanced back at Ansel, a fond smile on his face as he gazed into the man’s eyes for a few moments before looking back to Deandra, and all the others that had gathered around.<br/><br/>"I'd genuinely rate him at a ten in bed," he admitted honestly as he took a hold of one of Ansel's hands, lacing their fingers together and resting them on his lean abdomen lightly. "I've had a vast number of lovers and never had I felt like I do with Ansel. He's like a magician behind closed doors, but I can't tell you anymore because the man likes to be discrete," he commented softly, as though Ansel wasn't seated directly behind him to hear. He then tipped his head back again so he could gaze into Ansel's eyes. It took him a few moments to decide, but in the end he leaned up to press another chaste kiss to his love’s lips. He simply couldn't help himself.