Lucio's light teasing encouraged a small blush to creep up Ansel's face, mostly hidden by his beard but visible slightly at the very edges of his cheek bones. The professor laughed as Lucio reached over to wipe at the excess foam that had managed to stick to his mustache. When Lucio was finished, Ansel sat back once again in his chair and took another drink from his mug, this time finishing without catching any foam in his facial hair. "That's precisely the reason why I avoid cappuccinos," he said happily, his mug giving a light<i>thunk</i>as he set it down on the table. "Less milk and more foam doesn't seem to agree with me."<br/><br/>Ansel's fondness for this odd little place increased as he took a bite of his warm buttery croissant, the cheese and spinach coming together in his mouth and filling it with a light salty goodness. "Mmm, are these freshly baked? They're fantastic. This is a lovely little establishment, Lucio. Excellent choice. I'm sure we'll be returning to this place sometime in the future."<br/><br/>The professor paused for a moment, his lips pursing slightly in thought as he looked over at his gorgeous lover. Although he hadn't truly wanted to bring it up at all, Ansel figured maybe a gentle reminder wouldn't be so terrible. Ansel didn't think it was likely that Lucio would cause any sort of scene in public, even if the only other people around were the barista and the older woman sitting off by the window. "Sweetness," Ansel began, sitting forward in his chair as he spoke, elbows on his knees and fingers interlaced in a pensive look. "I know you don't exactly appreciate it when I pay for you, but you can't sit there with a remarkably conspicuous pout on your face every time I do it. And the long, drawn out sigh certainly doesn't make us look like the happy, adoring couple we are, don't you think?"<br/><br/>Ansel pulled back, lifted his mug and let its warmth flow through his fingers. What he said next perhaps wasn't the smartest thing Ansel had ever uttered. He had become too comfortable, perhaps a little too cocky in his assessment of his influence over Lucio. Every once in a while, Ansel allowed his pride to take over in situations where tact would have been more appropriate, and this was one of those times. "Besides, baby, I have a real job and my own money. We can live off of that very comfortably. I have no desire for our romantic excursions to always be funded by the stipend your father sends you every month."<br/><br/>The professor smirked lightly, satisfied with himself for addressing the issue and, in his mind, letting it rest. Lucio would be the good boy Ansel knew him to be and comply, or so he thought, and this pouting and whining every time Ansel pulled out his wallet would cease. It was useless, Ansel believed, and a waste of Lucio's breath.<br/><br/>Not expecting Lucio to argue, Ansel immediately jumped to another topic. "As for that trip to England, we'll go as soon as the semester is over," he said joyously, reaching into his pants pocket to remove his phone. He typed in his passcode and watched as the device lit up and opened the browser to his regularly used travel site. "I'll purchase tickets immediately. Heathrow is the only international airport I'm aware of in London unless you have another you'd rather me make arrangements for?"