Ansel reclined back in the hot tub and felt his muscles relax as the jets massaged his back. He listened to Lucio while holding the champagne glass up to his lips, taking a ship now and again as Lucio continued to speak. Ansel liked the sound of Lucio's voice; it was soft and alluring without being overtly feminine, and the gentle lilt of his English accent was an aural pleasure. It did not surprise him that Lucio had issues with his father. Many of his students did, especially the homosexual ones. Had Ansel's father known of his son's proclivities, he certainly would have taken issue as well. However, Ansel had revealed to none of his close family or friends that he enjoyed having sex with other men, and even if he wanted to, his father had been dead for almost a decade. The opportunity to allow his traditional, conservative, working-class father to verbally denounce him for his sexual activities had long passed.<br/><br/>"I happen to think teal is a pleasant color," Ansel replied musingly, a twinkle in his eye as he continued to gaze adoringly at Lucio. "Had you said something like lavender or bubblegum pink I would have been more understanding to your father's criticisms, as stereotypical and cliche as they are. Teal, however, has to gender biases that I'm aware of so it sounds like your father was just being an ass."<br/><br/>Lucio continued to prattle on, but Ansel found it charming. It was apparent that Lucio did not like lingering on negative subjects, a trait that he and Ansel shared, and so Ansel did not attempt to pull him back once Lucio had moved onto his love of history. "Such a classic academic," Ansel said lightly, finishing off his glass of champagne and pouring himself another.<br/><br/>When Lucio had finished speaking, Ansel smiled lightly and slid along the hot tub seats so that the two were right next to one another. He placed his free arm around Lucio's shoulders and pulled him close. "I suppose you expect reciprocity. I'll humor you, for now." He grinned, pressed a kiss against Lucio's forehead, and continued. "As you can probably tell by my attempts to cover up my distinctive accent, I was born and raised here in Chicago. I spent some time in Connecticut while I was working on my doctorate's degree at Yale, but I received my bachelor's and master's degrees from the University of Chicago.<br/><br/>"My favorite color is blood red. I don't have any pets and never particularly wanted any; I was typically too focused on my studies to invest time to taking care of another creature." Ansel did not plan on telling Lucio anything too personal. Everything he spoke of could probably be found out casually, through small talk or social media. Ansel wasn't the type to share important details with anyone, not even Petra. Especially his lovers, many of whom he spent a single night with and then abandoned. Lucio, however, was something else. Ansel couldn't quite decide what that something was.<br/><br/>"I'm afraid I can give no further meaning behind my name other than it is German. History certainly isn't my expertise." He reached for Lucio's champagne and set both glasses down at the farthest edge of the tub, then pulled Lucio into his lap, not caring much about the water that splashed up and over the edges.<br/><br/>"I wonder, Mr. Bane, how many other tricks do you have up your sleeve. You've proven to be a lovely bit of entertainment, and I do very much enjoy you, but I'm sure the night isn't over." He paused a moment to stare into Lucio's eyes, drinking in the sweet pleasure that Lucio's face brought to him. "I'm feeling peckish. Perhaps we should invest in some room service?"