Lucio nodded quietly at the man’s explanation of what had happened between him and Petra. He smiled faintly as the man denied him offering both comfort and pity, though Lucio hadn't even thought to attempt to sooth the man. "If I'm honest I wouldn't comfort you even if you were upset, darling . . . I didn't like her one bit, just in general, but certainly not for you. She didn't suit you," he said softly as he slowly came up behind Ansel, briefly winding his arms about the professor's waist from behind, resting his head against his back and allowing himself to relax there briefly.<br/><br/>"Anyways, it was quite obvious that you didn't enjoy her company . . . I didn't see you two together often, but whenever you were you seemed intensely bored. I wonder if she ever noticed or if she was blinded by her adoration?" Lucio sighed softly after he finished, shaking his head slowly as he drew away from Ansel and stood straight again, moving to stand at his side and gaze into the two remaining bags that needed to be emptied. At the top of the first one he peered into was the protective black box of the rose he'd gotten for Ansel. He drew it from the bag and opened it up quietly, gazing at the beautiful piece within and biting his lower lip briefly.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure whether giving Ansel this particular gift was a wise move or not; it was on a whim that Lucio had left the confines of the hotel and wandered out to pick up the rose. He hadn't planned on getting Ansel anything aside from the champagne, it had certainly been nice enough, expensive enough to warrant it being the only gift. But somehow it hadn't felt right for that to be the sole thing Ansel received. It was a lovely item but it was empty, impersonal. Lucio had desired to give Ansel something that had meaning, and when his mind wandered to the little glass rose he knew exactly what it should be.<br/><br/>Lucio carefully lifted the gilded flower from its case and he examined it thoughtfully before glancing over at Ansel. "What would you say if I were to agree to . . . to<i>try</i>something along the lines of a relationship?" he queried suddenly as he gazed at the other. "Nothing serious, no full commitment; perhaps I could spend weekends with you. Saturdays and Sundays only, as I usually reserve Fridays for work."