Lucio stumbled backwards as the man suddenly jerked himself away and he landed rather hard on his sore buttock. He cringed from the pain by recovered relatively quickly, lifting his eyes up to look at the raging man above him. He listened quietly to his ranting and raving, pressed lightly back against the man’s desk as though he were expecting something within him to snap, expecting Ansel to explode in his direction. He still listened, though, and despite the bit of fear he was as attentive as ever to his companion.<br/><br/>When Ansel finally slumped back into the seat Lucio slowly stood up and moved the short distance to his companion. He settled down lightly into his lap after he spoke, taking a hold of both of his hands gently as he gazed into his eyes with an expression that held a tinge of sadness. He forced them out of the fists that Ansel held them in and he laced their fingers together gently. He didn't speak for a little while, simply gazed down at their interlocked hands as though he was silently pondering something before he finally spoke up.<br/><br/>"It used to be tough for me to be talked down to, spat upon . . . But after years of living like this I've grown used to it. I know you don't like to believe it, but prostitution isn't just my profession, it's me; I am a whore, I'm not just working as one," he whispered as he settled against the other. "If you want what we have now to continue, though you could do much better, you can't get all in a huff every time somebody calls me a filthy whore because the truth is that's what I am, and what those around me will almost always see me as. Getting agitated whenever it's pointed out will get you in some unsavory situations, I'd imagine," he finished quietly, releasing one of the mans hands in order to reach up and delicately touch his face, running his fingers through his meticulously kept beard.<br/><br/>Lucio almost looked like he was ready to cry as he gazed into Ansel's eyes, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. It wasn't clear if he wanted think lifestyle or if he felt it was all he was worthy of but either way he didn't seem particularly happy. He leaned in and pressed a brief, delicate kiss to the professor's lips, before he pulled back and stood, taking a deep breath as he turned to collect his things. "I shall see you Monday then, Doctor Essen?" He murmured questioningly as he glanced over his shoulder at the man.