The sound of Lucio's passive descent down the stairs ignited a burning feeling of exasperation in Ansel's gut. He was not frustrated with Lucio, nor was he really all that frustrated with Kendrick's drunken advance. Truthfully, the idea of two splendid young men desiring Ansel's attention simultaneously was a hefty boost to the professor's ego. However, if two handsome men were going to catch Ansel's eye, he would prefer it to be on his terms, not this clumsy collection of unfortunate coincidences.<br/><br/>Kendrick's body loosened as Lucio approached, seemingly unperturbed by the latter's nudity. He twisted up his scruffy face as he stared, dumbfounded. "Professor?" he asked, his eyes never leaving Lucio's cool face.<br/><br/>"Lucio, this is Kendrick. He's a former student of mine." The professor let go of Kendrick's arms and leaned back in Lucio's direction. The situation was not ideal, but Ansel wanted neither Kendrick nor Lucio to see him as anything other than calm and collected. "Kendrick, this is Lucio." Ansel left it at that. His former relationship with Kendrick had been one purely of passion, unlike his current arrangement with Lucio which existed as a tangled mess of natural attraction and business. Although Ansel was no longer involved with the former college football player, he had no desire to drudge up any more negativity than necessary. Kendrick Morrison had always been a rather sensitive type despite his typical masculine disposition. Although they had never been more than a fling, Kendrick had often gotten jealous, needy and insecure during his time with Ansel. Kendrick had to understand that it had been almost a year since they had seen one another, Ansel would have moved on. He didn't need to know that it was with another member of the university's student body.<br/><br/>"He's skinny," Kendrick commented tactlessly, frowning and leaning up against the suite door. "I didn't know you were into that." Even underneath the suit, anyone could see that Kendrick was a trim, fit man. During college, he had been a running back, smaller and faster than anyone else on the team, but large enough to take a hit. His musculature, while smaller than Ansel's, was bulky in comparison to the svelte Lucio.<br/><br/>"Kendrick, I think it's time you--"<br/><br/>"How long have you been fucking Ansel?" Kendrick inquired, his tone sharp as his dark eyes searched Lucio's face for any kind of reaction. "I am rather surprised to see him with someone like you."<br/><br/>Ansel sighed and lifted a hand to his face to stroke his meticulously groomed beard. While he did find Kendrick's inebriated and unwarranted jealousy to be childish and unbecoming, he couldn't help but also see it as fascinating and complimentary. Like yesterday, Ansel saw the awkward situation as a way to gauge Lucio's ability to handle pressure and uncomfortable situations. He had manipulated Petra beautifully, but Kendrick was an entirely different challenge. If things went too far, Ansel was more than capable of stepping in and ushering Kendrick outside, but for now, curiosity got the better of him.