"I find myself forced to agree with you," Ansel replied, chuckling lightly and feeling his chest swell as Lucio rested a gentle hand on top of him. "The majority of my mind tend to be so focused on expanding their minds, a noble goal, they forget that keeping one's body fit is just as beneficial to one's mind as reading a good book." Ansel, while never one for athletics in his youth, and always been concerned with ensuring that his body was in peak physical condition. When he had first committed to a fitness regiment at the age of fifteen, it was to improve his looks. Ansel had been slightly overweight as a child, prone to stuffing his face with his grandmother's homemade<i>Streuselkuchen</i>. But as Ansel continued to tone his body and increase his strength, his love for challenging his muscles grew. Spending two hours a day in the gym became that plus weekly bike rides, swimming, hiking and rock climbing. It improved his body, his confidence, his energy and, most importantly, his sexual endurance. As a young teenager who would get winded from particularly passionately masturbation sessions, Ansel had transformed himself into a sexually voracious man who could fuck for hours on end, assuming his partner could handle it.<br/><br/>As Lucio continued to speak, eventually showing Ansel the unfortunate scar that marred his lovely form, Ansel couldn't stop himself from feeling a pang of anger. What kind of beast would damage such a beautiful creature as Lucio? In Ansel's mind, it was no different from destroying a priceless work of art. "I'm sorry that happened to you," he purred, reaching up and stroking Lucio's cheek fondly. "I didn't even consider the danger you must be putting yourself through. You don't have to do this, you know. You're not an idiot. You're cleverer than most of my students, and I tell you that in full confidence." Something inside of Ansel compelled him to lean forward and press a deep kiss against Lucio's lips in that moment. He couldn't explain what it was or why then, but he felt it and gave in to it without hesitation.<br/><br/>"Have you ever considered being kept?" Ansel asked, his voice breathy as he pulled away from his lip-lock with Lucio momentarily. "You wouldn't even need to go through the whole university process, nor would you need to bother with your father's money. You could be with a man who appreciates your unique skillset, takes care of you, spoils you endlessly. Why even consider favors for doughy professors when you could be on the arm of any rich man you choose? With your face, your body, that sweet English accent, you could have any man you wanted wrapped around your delicate finger."<br/><br/>He smirked lightly, the idea sounding so hopelessly romantic in his mind that he couldn't imagine why Lucio wouldn't have already seized the opportunity. "You could be a model, be paid to be beautiful. Date actors, athletes, billionaire CEOs. It seems almost mundane for you to be stuck here in Chicago."