"Oh, you know I'd be<i>all</i>too happy to give you a couple private shows," the younger male murmured in response, a grin taking over his features again. He then nodded promptly, his grin fading back into a pleasant smile as he turned and began following the male through the halls of the fine arts building. He kept a slow pace as they moved along, not exactly wanting to part with Ansel just yet despite the fact that he should be ushering him on his way quickly. As the stepped out into the cool evening Lucio perked up and turned his attention fully onto Ansel as the man began to speak.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes . . . I have two full brothers, both live here with me and my mother," he responded softly, then he smiled when he was asked what they were like. "Well, clearly I'm biased, but I think both of the little shits are wonderful, and exceedingly lovely. My youngest brother is the prettiest of all three of us, in my opinion; he's well on his way to a modeling career already, has many pictures in his portfolio and photo shoots under his belt at the age of sixteen," he began, pulling out his cellphone from his pocket and typing in his passcode to get into Instagram. He easily found his brothers account and he picked out his favorite<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fviewmanagement.files.wordpress.com%2F2012%2F09%2Ferik-andersson7.jpg&amp;hash=b0b365e1c3fbc704991225f438ce05a3" href="https://viewmanagement.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/erik-andersson7.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">photo</a>of the lad, holding it up proudly for Ansel to see. "His name is Cassio. He doesn't do much aside from model right now; he does play the piano and obviously he attends school, but aside from that he's fairly inactive. He has a girlfriend, though, lovely little lady by the name of Genevieve. He met her on site for H&M, actually," he commented, pulling back his phone and scrolling through briefly again before he came across the desired<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thefashionisto.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2014%2F05%2FErik-Andersson-Model-007-800x1051.jpg&amp;hash=4cd49f559284fe886270cb7e98d1667e" href="http://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Erik-Andersson-Model-007-800x1051.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">picture</a>of his dearest little brother and his girlfriend. He showed it to Ansel again proudly, smiling widely as he gazed at it himself.<br/><br/>"Then we have the middle child, Griffith. He's a athlete, plays american football as well as actual football, and has done a few odd photo shoots as well, but his real passion is painting," Lucio held up a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F2f%2Fcf%2F4e%2F2fcf4ee2682e377b6ebc91aac02a2508.jpg&amp;hash=0b18165769a0af808652edbcb039fd76" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2f/cf/4e/2fcf4ee2682e377b6ebc91aac02a2508.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">photo</a>of Griffith next, smiling. "I have some of his paintings hanging in my room, one day I'll have to bring you in and show them to you," he murmured with a smile as he pulled back his cellphone and deposited it again in his pocket.<br/><br/>They had arrived at Ansel's car by the time Lucio was done gushing about his siblings, whom he clearly adored. He paused by the side of the car, glancing around slowly and furrowing his brow slightly at the thought that Ansel had to go now. He noted that the lot was empty aside from a few lonely cars, and so Lucio turned to face his companion and he smiled faintly. "You'll meet Griffith next year, he'll be attending here as well on scholarships for athletics and the arts . . . I'm not sure if Cassio will come here or not, he's never been one for academics, but mother might make him attend college all the same," he commented casually, though as he did so he slowly moved forward until his body was pressed lightly against Ansel's and the older male was pressed back against the side of his car.<br/><br/>Lucio smiled as he gently wound his arms about the professors neck, gazing up into his eyes for a moment. "Thank you again, Doctor Essen . . . This means a lot to me, truly," he murmured before slowly leaning up and sealing their short evening together with a passionate, lingering kiss. He stayed there against Ansel for a rather extended period of time, but it still felt as though the embrace was finished in the blink of an eye as he broke away, slightly breathless. He turned and hurried off without another word then, not wanting Ansel to believe the kiss had been anything more than a simple goodbye.