"Well the point of edible gold certainly isn't the flavor, it's the extravagance, isn't it?" Ansel watched as Lucio wrapped his lips around the decadent fruit. Chocolate covered strawberries were one of Ansel's favorite romantic treats, and he had yet to experience the pleasure of enjoying one dusted in gold. He plucked a strawberry off of the large dish in front of them and took an eager, indulgent bite. "Delectable," he said happily, swallowing the bite in his mouth before allowing himself another.<br/><br/>"Let's see, what were we discussing before the food arrived?" Ansel tossed the leftover strawberry leaves on the platter and leaned back in the seat, his arm snaking its way around Lucio's shoulders. "Ah, of course, your penchant for prostitution." Pulling Lucio close, Ansel leaned against him and caught a whiff of his long, soft hair. Lucio filled his lungs, the feel of the young man's smooth skin against his fingertips sent waves of warmth up his arms and into his chest. Even the negative feelings of jealousy and anger Ansel had experienced earlier were washed away by the sweet euphoria Ansel felt at having Lucio close. It still perplexed him to think that all of these feelings were based solely on Lucio's looks.<br/><br/>Ansel delicately picked another strawberry, this time pressing it gently against Lucio's lips, waiting for him to take a bite. "I suppose it would be pointless for me to ask you why you chose this line of work? In a way, the benefits certainly do seem to outweigh the potential cons. You get excellent grades for no academic work on your part, you receive the opportunity to fuck whomever you choose, as I doubt only the most prudish of individuals would refuse you." He paused for a moment, his eyes rolling upwards in a moment of contemplation. "Then again, thinking about my colleagues at the university, there are only so many physically passable specimens. I'd hazard a guess that some of them may have been less than desirable."<br/><br/>Ansel chose all of his lovers with a critical eye. His looks, education, and profession all required him to be somewhat discriminating. A pretty face, with enough intelligence to comprehend that silence was golden and discretion was rewarded. Lucio, however, seemed to choose his lovers as a matter of convenience. Perhaps there was more to it than that, but at the end of the day wasn't it just the bottom line that mattered? Wasn't he just the next target in a long line of powerful individuals that Lucio needed to twist around his pretty little finger?<br/><br/>He couldn't allow it to matter, not now. Why ruin a perfectly good night? It was still young, and there was still much left of Lucio to enjoy. With his free hand, Ansel untied his robe and exposed his chiseled body to Lucio. The pleasantly cool air of the suite felt soothing against his skin.