Lucio's deflection was noted and stored away in Ansel's mind to be pondered upon later. The self-deprecation was a smart move on Lucio's part. A simple way to push away any notions that stretched further than just simple lust. Playing up his own form of prostitution reminded his partner that anything they did with one another was merely just a formality, a stepping stone on the way to Lucio's end goal. Ansel would receive the opportunity to spend an unspecified amount of time with a beautiful young man, admittedly one of his favorite ways to spend his free moments, and Lucio would leave university with an impressive transcript that said he was a more brilliant student than he actually was. Everybody wins.<br/><br/>Ansel set the glasses and bottle down next to the bourbon and watched as Lucio practically skipped with excitement toward the door, a flicker of a smile catching his face as Lucio pressed a kiss to his cheek. The door opened and a gentleman older than himself entered, pushing a cart filled with exquisite foods. There was a familiarity between Lucio and the man that seemed almost familial. Lucio greeted the hotel employee the same way he might greet an old friend. Ansel smiled at the man, who seemed oddly excited to be making his acquaintance, and offered his hand.<br/><br/>"My pleasure, Bernardo." Clearly Bernardo was aware of Lucio's extravagant "dates" and the type of individuals he brought with him to the hotel. Considering the number of times Lucio had inhabited this very room, perhaps the whole hotel was in on the routine. Looking gently at the older man's face, it only served to remind Ansel that he was not the first person to be entertained by Lucio, and perhaps he wouldn't be the last.<br/><br/>"I hope your night is going well, sir," Ansel said, moving toward one of the love seats and making himself comfortable. "If you have a free moment, you should stay, have a drink. It seems like you and Lucio are well acquainted. I'd hate to rush you out of here like a stranger."<br/><br/>Truthfully, Ansel cared not whether the old man stayed or went, but unless he wanted to stay and watch Ansel lick one of the scrumptious desserts on the cart off of Lucio's smooth body perhaps leaving would be more appropriate. Ansel was already making a list of which foods he was interested in eating outright, and which he'd prefer to use as a toy to tempt Lucio into playing with him again.