Lucio smiled and he leaned lightly against Ansel's shoulder as the man began to tear at the all of the immaculate wrapping paper that adorned the various gifts. Most of them were various types of alcohol, and Lucio couldn't help but wonder what Ansel's liquor cabinet at home looked like if a majority of the gifts he ever received were additions to it. It must have been rather impressive, and he wondered if he'd have the luxury of tapping into it at some stage in their relationship.<br/><br/>He was thinking about this as Ansel tore into the final gift aside from his own quietly, and he perked up slightly when Johanna spoke his name. He smiled politely and shook his head, "Oh, of course I don't mind, love," he murmured as he took a hold of the two gifts and set them in his own lap. He lifted the sleek black box first, the one with the ace of spades inlaid on the front, and he handed it over to Ansel. "Open this one first, darling. It's the more boring of the two," he instructed gently, his gaze soft and yet simultaneously burning with affection as he looked upon his beautiful date. He watched as Ansel opened the box to reveal a bottle made of black tinted glass, and it had no label aside from the ace of spades emblem forged into one side of it. "Armand de Brignac Brut Gold, also called the Ace of Spades," he identified softly as the group of them looked at the bottle curiously. "It's supposedly a lovely blend, I've never had it myself though," he murmured as he lifted his gaze up onto Ansel and offered a fond smile.<br/><br/>After that first gift had been set aside Lucio took a deep breath and almost hesitated in handing the second one over. It was nerve wracking for him to give this particular gift over in front of so many people. This gift meant something, and though he thought Ansel would like he he wasn't entirely sure. He set it delicately in the others lap, however, and took a deep breath. "Careful with this one, it's fragile," he murmured, moving one of his hands to rest delicately upon Ansel's back as he watched him unwrap the final gift. Beneath the wrapping was a simple black display box with a glass top to it, but within the box, held in place carefully by two small black clasps along the stem, was a single rose that had been completely encrusted in gold. The craftsmanship was astonishing, the gold didn't lump together on a single petal, and it hadn't grown overly thick over any piece of the rose as was often seen with this sort of a thing. It simply looked like a rose that had grown in a brilliant shade of gold, and it was stunningly delicate.<br/><br/>Lucio felt his palms begin to sweat slightly as he waited for Ansel's reaction on the piece. An eternity rose, many called it, made by a family friend who happened to be in the profession of crafting fine jewelry and suffered from insomnia much like Lucio. "I wanted to get you something other than champagne, as that seemed a bit impersonal, so I went to a family friend at around three this morning and we created this. I hand picked the rose myself and everything," he explained as he stared intently at his lover, his brow furrowed with worry.