Lucio nodded, smiling faintly as the call was picked up by a soft spoken, older gentleman. He ordered up a variety of foods, requesting that some of the deserts be dusted in genuine golden powder per Ansel's request. He climbed from the tub afterwards, not bothering with a robe as he didn't expect that they would have company anytime soon, the food having been estimated to arrive in around half an hour. He dried his body off carefully with a towel, his hair having managed to only get slightly damp over the course of their relaxing little soak, before quietly heading from the bathroom. He heard a slight ruckus downstairs and his brow furrowed slightly as he made his way over to the stairwell so he could see nearly the entire first level of the suite.<br/><br/>The student scanned the room slowly, and when his eyes reached the front door he was rather surprised by what he saw there. Ansel stood, wrapped in a fervent embrace with some smartly dressed stranger; he was a stranger to Lucio, at least, though it was rather obvious that he was much more to the professor. He stepped down the stairs slowly, unable to repress a sudden, unbidden wave of jealousy that gripped at his heart. He cleared his throat lightly, but his attempt at being recognized went unbidden as the two continued this odd exchange.<br/><br/>Lucio had reached the ground floor by the time Ansel had broken away and pressed the man against the wall. He was still unapologetically in the nude, and he didn't seem at all concerned that a stranger would see him in that state. He crossed his arms over his chest, clearing his throat a bit louder to capture the attention of both of the men. When they finally noted his presence, he offered a clearly exaggerated, polite smile, one of his eyebrows arching questioningly as he gazed at the pair of them.<br/><br/>"You know, Ansel, I'm not opposed to the prospect of a threesome but I generally like to know about those sorts of plans well in advance," he commented in a dry, joking tone as he eyes shifted onto the man who was being pinned against the door then. "Who is this beauty, hm? A scorned lover, perhaps? Come to chase the one that got away," he queried softly as he drew even closer to the pair of them, his smile having disappeared and a cool, analytical expression having taken its place. Of course, he wasn't aware that he had hit the nail nearly directly on the head, he was just making an educated guess based upon what he'd gathered about Ansel and his history. What he was aware of, however, was the fact that he wished for this other young man to leave their room so that he could get on with his evening with the professor, so he drew even closer. "Is he not aware, my dear, that you're already preoccupied this evening," he whispered as he drew himself up just behind Ansel, planting a delicate kiss upon his clothed shoulder as he looked around him at the man he held to the cool wooden surface.