Lucio didn't tune in all that much throughout the period. He listened, of course, as he always did, but a majority of the words flowed into one ear and straight out of the other. He kept his eyes trained on the professor for a majority of the period as he lectured and slowly paced up and down the front of the hall. He couldn't help but daydream as he watched the Ansel, silently observed the way his body moved beneath his fine clothes. He wondered quietly what he would look like without that unnecessary fabric on, and he was quickly forced to move a textbook into his lap to hide the aftereffects of such raunchy thoughts.<br/><br/>In watching the professor so closely the entirety of the period he was able to see each and every time he looked his way. Every time it happened he made eye contact with the man, occasionally running his tongue delicately over his lips in a discretely teasing manner. It was fairly clear what he was trying to do, and it seemed to Lucio that it was working very well at that moment. He left the classroom fairly satisfied with his work, and he walked off to his dorm quietly to sort out a few things before he left to speak with Ansel.<br/><br/>It was about a half an hour after class when Lucio walked into the building. He moved down the hall at a casual pace, his eyes trained upwards on the various office doors as he searched for the correct one: P-509. He knew its whereabouts well enough, having been attending this particular school for about three years now. He had yet to go into it, and for some reason as he did then his heart was beating a million miles a minute. It wasn't anything he hadn't done before, he'd gone through these motions with a surprisingly large amount of his professor in the past. This seemed to be something different about this particular man, though... In the times Lucio had done this before it had seemed to be almost a chore, a boring part of life that he had to pretend to enjoy in order to get what he wished for. This time though, he wanted it... More than he'd ever wanted anything like this before, in fact, which was a rather odd feeling for him. Though it was odd, it was also very welcome; it was considerably more thrilling to do something like this if it was a desire instead of a simple task.<br/><br/>Lucio rapped upon the door three times before carefully opening it and peeking his head in. He offered the professor a warm smile as he stepped into the room slowly, shutting the door behind him and briefly peeking out of the window. He turned then and moved to the chair that Ansel motioned to, and he quirked an eyebrow upwards questioningly at the mans blunt command. He didn't, however, have any quarrel with it, and he launched right into the dialogue at hand.<br/><br/>"Well... I could you weren't particularly fond of all of the games I was playing in the lecture hall; some of them I believe you enjoyed more than others, but that's besides the point," he began, reaching up and lightly running his thumb along his lower lip as he gazed levelly across the desk at the professor, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I'll get directly to the point, as you seem to be a 'no bullshit' kind of person. Your class is utter hell. I don't understand it, and I'm not sure I ever will, but I need it to graduate next year with the degree I'm going for," he paused for a moment to let the information sink in before he continued, "Now, I'm not going to ask for you to pass me through the entire class, that would be a touch ridiculous. But I was hoping that we could come up with some sort of...<i>Arrangement</i>in which I could provide you with some services in exchange for a decent grade on the final next month," he finished, a hopeful expression taking over his magnificent features as he watched the other intently.