Lucio bit his lip lightly as he listened to Ansel's response, watching as he shoved a lump of meat into his mouth in an almost frustrated manner. He relaxed, however, and let out a breathy bout of laughter as Ansel pulled a joke, though it was quite easy to detect the bitter undertones. "Having tasted his saliva I can say that I wouldn't be the least bit surprised were he to admit to using the shit as mouthwash," he admitted with a small grin and shake of his head, slowly taking a hold of an oyster and cracking it open before separating the meat from the shell and tipping it back into his mouth quite happily.<br/><br/>He chewed on the delicate flesh quietly as he gazed across the table an Ansel, unable to smother a warm smile after he swallowed when the other took his hands gently. He nodded quietly and then laughed softly at the final comment about breath mints. "I can handle that . . . When I'm here with you, I'm yours; perhaps I'll shower and brush my teeth the next time I decide to pay you a visit after a client," he murmured lightheartedly as he gave the man’s larger hands a delicate squeeze. He glanced around for a moment before leaning across the table and pressing a brief kiss to Ansel's lips. He didn't allow his lips to linger at all, though, settling back into his seat and returning to the meal. The pair of them enjoyed the food in silence for the most part, occasionally Lucio offered up a bit of idle chatter about his evening or his day, asking Ansel a few boring, small talk type questions. He found, however, that he almost enjoyed sitting with the other in silence more, listening to the rhythmic crashing of the waves on the legs of the pier below them.<br/><br/>When the meal was finished the pair of them had reached the bottom of both of the buckets, nearly, and Lucio carefully deposited the remainder of the oysters into the same bucket as the lobster. "Perhaps your lovely lady would enjoy the remnants? Could tell her you and the colleagues went out for a meal and that's where you got the leftovers," he suggested, quirking an eyebrow upwards as he pushed the bucket across the table in Ansel's direction.<br/><br/>Lucio grabbed the remaining bucket and stood from the table without waiting for a response from Ansel. He made his way back over the the little vendor and returned the one empty bucket to the woman inside who was finally closing up shop for the evening, seeing as they weren't expecting any influx of customers anytime soon. He waited by the vendor quietly, watching Ansel with a rather fond gaze as the man gathered his things and begun to move and then when he finally reached him Lucio again took a hold of his arm as they began to stroll back down the walkway towards the car. He went so far as to rest his head slightly to the side upon the man's shoulder as they moved along at a casual pace, a heavy, happy sigh escaping his lips. Being out amidst the fresh air (despite the fact that it was "fresh" city air) had dissipated the foul smell from Lucio's clothes for the most part, and the bitter taste of Professor Buckley's semen had been drowned out by the sweet meat they'd consumed together. He felt considerably better now, swimming in Ansel's scent as he stood close to the man, the physical memory of his earlier interactions all but forgotten.