Lucio bit back any sort of protest as the man covered up his cock once again. It was painful to have to watch his member get carefully tucked away, but at the same time he was enjoying the teasing, the slow advancement of their evening together. "I suppose I can forgive you, as long as you promise to rectify the situation at a later time," he murmured lightheartedly as he relaxed back against the armrest of the sofa, watching with a darkened gaze as the man slowly sat up and placed his feet back flat upon the ground. He examined Ansel as he handled the oysters with a sort of practiced ease, and he could easily tell that it was a type of food that he enjoyed at least fairly frequently. It was understandable, in Lucio's eyes, as oysters had been a favorite treat of his since he was a child.<br/><br/>He perked up slightly and sat up slowly as Ansel began to speak. Lucio partook in snacking on the oysters, picking up one of the small forks as he did and beginning to separate the delicate morsels from their shells. He kept an eye trained levelly on the professor as often as he could, only occasionally tearing his eyes away to work on the bit of food he was consuming. He ate three, four, then five oysters all whilst listening to Ansel speak, and then when the man finished with the apology a warm smile graced his lips.<br/><br/>"There's no need to apologize, Doctor. I enjoy listening to your stories," he murmured reassuringly before carefully sliding another oyster down his throat. Of course, this was something that was said to a majority of the young man's pursuits. It helped keep up a veil of interest if he acted as though he was genuinely into them and what it was that they had to say. Oddly enough, however, this time he found that he actually meant it. It wasn't just the fact that he could probably listen to Ansel ramble on about anything for days (though that was a fact), but simply the fact that he was interested by him, or in him. He wasn't sure why it was him that peaked his interest, he wasn't really that much different from the others he'd been with aside from his impeccable looks, right?<br/><br/>Ansel was confused, and his erection was also softening by now, but he truly didn't care as he was captured in a bit of thought by then. Why was it that he was so eager to learn more about this man? Why did he hang on his every word as though he would need to remember any of this information past this night they were sharing? He tried to shake it off, to brush aside the slightly uneasy feeling he was getting in his gut in regards to his own interest. After he did so for that brief time he smile warmly at the other, "I've always loved oysters, from the time I was little. My father used to take me and the family out to the seaside and we'd go diving for clams and oysters and then we'd eat the oysters fresh out of the water, and bring the clams in for my mother to bake up," he reminisced softly as he shifted his eyes down onto the empty shell that he held within his hands. "It's odd, don't you think, how something so insignificant as a little mollusk can hold so many memories, be they negative or positive ones" he commented softly, shifting his eyes over onto the other slowly as he set down the shell.