Lucio smiled warmly as he saw the professor standing there and offering the same expression right back at him. "And I wasn't expecting to catch you before you left, Doctor Essen," he commented in a rather contented tone. He stepped into the office, twisting around once he was inside to quietly shut and lock the door behind him before moving over to the chair across from Ansel's desk and settling down. He gazed at Ansel for a few moments, his fingers lacing together and coming to rest on his abdomen before he forced himself to stop admiring the man and speak.<br/><br/>"I just wanted to give you a heads up about something that happened yesterday evening. I'm sure it's nothing, really, but there was somebody in the faculty parking lot while we were . . . Bidding each other goodbye at your car," he said softly as he shifted about a bit uncomfortably in his chair as the memory arose in his mind and his lips began to tingle just a touch. "I believe his name is Professor Grissom? But I'm not entirely sure, either. I've never actually had him as a professor seeing as I chose to take your class instead," he continued with a touch of a smile as he gazed up at the larger man.<br/><br/>"Like I said, I really doubt it will become a problem, he seemed fairly wrapped up in his telephone when I ran into him, but he also had an unnerving grin on his face. I just thought I'd let out know," he murmured with a small shrug of his shoulders as he gazed across the desk at the other for a few more moments before standing. He should have left, he knew that much, but the simple fact was that he didn't want to. So, he quietly moved around the desk, placing the fingertips of one hand upon its surface as he did, and he approached Ansel. He didn't hesitate one bit in pushing himself into the man's embrace, leaning up and pressing an almost desperate kiss to his lips. He momentarily forgot what he'd done that afternoon with James Buckley, it didn't matter to him anyways, all that mattered in that moment was Ansel. He wound his arms up around Ansel, gripping the back of his head with one hand and the back of his neck with another to secure him against himself.<br/><br/>Though, there was something off about the student that Ansel would most likely easily detect. He didn't smell quite like himself. The scent wasn't as strong as it was on Professor Buckley, but the stench of the man’s heavy masculine perfumes still clung to Lucio regardless. His mouth tasted slightly bitter, despite his best efforts to wash it out, and overall it was just incredibly clear that he had spent at least a portion of the day with somebody else.