Ansel raised an eyebrow as he looked over the bottle of champagne. "Krug Clos du Mesnil will run you over $500 at its absolute cheapest, and that's if you happen to have a friend who can spoil you. I think if we're going to drink something so lovely, it should be in celebration, don't you?" He gingerly set the bottle down on the table and grabbed the bourbon. "Blanton's, however, can be enjoyed at any time. It is one of my staples at home." Without hesitation, Ansel opened the bottle and poured two fresh glasses. "I assume you'll be joining me?" he asked, holding one of the glasses out to Lucio.<br/><br/>"I have to admit, I'm disappointed about the masseuse," Ansel chided as he took a seat on one of the cushioned loveseats. "I'm often so tense after getting out of class, I was hoping you would have provided a way for me to loosen up. I suppose the bourbon and the pleasure of your company will simply have to do." He took a sip, reveled in the strong flavor as it slid across his tongue and down his throat. "Although, the hot tub may also help in that endeavor. But, alas! No bathing suit. It seems that I have come entirely unprepared. Out of the classroom, I'm useless."<br/><br/>Ansel shrugged casually but kept his eyes trained on Lucio. Using humor and casual conversation was one of the methods he used to mold his toys. A comfortable partner was always more fun to fuck than one who was so wrapped up in their lust that it made every touch feel like fire across their skin. Those ones were usually inexperienced, overly excited. There was a certain charm to them, but Ansel found the ones who knew very little didn't stick around very long. Mostly because he grew bored of them so quickly.<br/><br/>"I suppose I cannot complain that you chose to entertain me instead of just buying your way through university. In which case, you wouldn't have been the first to offer me large amounts of compensation for a passing grade. I can promise you, none of them received the marks they were aiming for." He paused, setting his glass down on the table. "I'm feeling a bit overdressed, I must admit. Do you mind?"<br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer, Ansel shifted on the seat and stripped his navy dinner jacket from his torso. Underneath was an off-white dress shirt, tailored to perfection to accommodate Ansel's wide chest and broad shoulders. He placed the jacket along the back of the seat and loosened the first few buttons of his shirt, similarly to how he had done in his office just the day before.<br/><br/>"Lucio," he said softly, realizing in that moment that he could say his companion's name a hundred thousand times and never grow bored. "Tell me something I need to know about you, something that will enhance this already delightful experience."