"Oh, you torture me," Ansel replied, his free hand continuing to stroke Lucio's smooth thigh as they spoke. Although he was disappointed that he was going to have to wait to see his baby all made up for him, he imagined the pay off would be extraordinary. Lucio had looked positively delicious in the photos he had shown Ansel where his makeup was done, his lips dark and bold, his eyes decorated and large. He was sure the boy would look exponentially better in person. Perhaps it did work out best that way. Were they to play dress up at the lake house, they would be forced to stay confined to the master bedroom, the threat of one of the kids overhearing and figuring out what they were up to just much too high. Back in Ansel's apartment, there would be no one else there to interrupt them or ruin their good time.<br/><br/>Ansel listened casually as Lucio and Griffith tossed their words back and forth at one another, grinning mildly as he continued to eat his eggs. "Angus?" he asked after Griffith had settled himself firmly on the side of "not interested," although it was fairly obvious by the flush that had overwhelmed the boy's face that he was<i>quite </i>interested indeed. Ansel hadn't been paying too much attention to the faces of the teenagers as they had come rolling in the day before, but he remembered Angus relatively well, with light blonde hair that mimicked the sweet golden coloring of the Banes' and full, pouty lips that looked soft and plush, probably very enjoyable to kiss, assuming Angus had the skill set to back them up.<br/><br/>"He's a pretty thing, I suppose," he said, nodding his head as the last bite of egg went into his mouth. Angus, like Ian, was attractive enough for Ansel to have perhaps found alluring were he not involved with Lucio, but now his appreciation for the boy was toned down to nothing more than an aesthetic attraction, merely something pleasant for the eye to admire. "But if he isn't already vying to get into your bed, I doubt there's anything you can do about that, Griffith," he chuckled, snatching up the empty plate and moving it over to the kitchen sink, where small bits and pieces of drywall littered the edges of the drain. He ignored them for now, placing the plate down and rinsing it off quickly.<br/><br/>As he watched the water swirl down the drain, Ansel couldn't help but find it curious that of the three brothers, two of them were inclined to sleeping with other men, especially when their father was so adamantly against it. The chances of that happening were quite low, but certainly not impossible. Perhaps it was an ironic justice that Lucio and Griffith found members of the same sex appealing, in which case Ansel found it almost a disappointment that Cassio hadn't followed suit. A perfect trifecta of queers to ruin Mr. Bane's bigoted psyche would have been something quite amusing to Ansel. Unless, of course, Cassio was bisexual and Ansel was simply assuming the boy's heterosexuality. Sometimes with those beautiful, proper Europeans it was a bit difficult to tell.<br/><br/>He shut off the water from the faucet and set the plate to the side, returning to his love and situating himself in between Lucio's legs. He gave the boy a sweet kiss on the forehead before directing his speech at Griffith once again. "What are your plans for today, Griffith? Anything particularly exciting, or are you forced to sit down here sullenly and wait for your little rabble of model friends to wake up and keep you company?"