"That is the basic premise of it, yes," he murmured in response to the man's unflattering summary, offering a very faint shrug of his shoulders. He kept his eyes trained on Ansel's face, though they dropped briefly to his exposed bit of chest and his tongue darted across his lips subconsciously in response to the sight. He was hungry, like so many others had been before him, and he was fairly sure he had the other within his grasps, even if the lovely professor didn't wish to admit it. He watched the undertones of his body language, the tenseness of his muscles, the dilation of his eyes, and he could tell that his . . . Services were in demand at that moment; he was beyond thrilled.<br/><br/>He opted not to answer any of the professor's questions until the man was directly in front of him once again. Only then did he allow a sly little smirk to take over his lips as he slowly slid both hands up onto the Ansel's thighs from his position seated before him. His long, skilled fingers toyed delicately with the fine fabric as he stared rather intensely up into his eyes.<br/><br/>"I don't have much to offer, and what I do have you most certainly do not need, however . . ." he paused briefly then, carefully lifting himself out of the chair he'd sat in. He slid his hands upwards along the man’s body, making it a point to make a fleeting bit of contact with his groin before continuing on. Once he was standing fully, his eyes still angled slightly upwards to gaze into the professors he whispered, ". . . I know you want it," his voice was little more than a seductive purr at that point. He had reached his hands up to a point where he could wind them around the professors neck carefully, and if he had read the situation correctly this would be the perfect time to push the envelope even further.<br/><br/>Lucio leaned forwards, his lithe body pressing flush against Ansel's as his lips moved forwards without much of any hesitation. He pressed them up against the professor's in a passionate, though not quite unbridled kiss. He offered him but a taste of what he could have if he chose to accept the students admittedly disgusting proposal of prostitution at its most basic form, and that taste was quite heavenly. Lucio's lips were incredibly soft, and as supple and skilled as they appeared to be; the taste of him was hard to describe. In the paste the flavor of his skin had been described as simply crisp, clean, and utterly addictive, which were all fair descriptions. He didn't taste overly sweet and artificial like many women, or overly salty and musky like a lot of men, but rather just a heady sort of fresh. This taste was instantly rather entrancing, but it was beyond clear that the younger man was holding back so much that he had left to offer.