Lucio couldn’t withhold a soft giggle from escaping him at Ansel’s recollection of events and he nodded slowly as he gazed down at him with an ever adoring expression on his face. “You would be correct, my love, that is indeed what happened . . . I’m still going to blame you, though, because it just sounds better,” he teased lightheartedly as he watched Ansel press delicate kisses to the pads of each of his thumbs. As Ansel spoke to him in the harsh, beautiful, rich German language Lucio felt a shiver run down his spine. There was something about the way Ansel’s voice sounded that entranced him, and with the addition of the foreign tongue Lucio felt an even stronger pull at his heart.<br/><br/>“I’m not sure what all of that mean, but I’m just going to pretend it was something incredibly sweet and romantic,” he murmured as he leaned in and nuzzled Ansel’s cheek affectionately before pressing in own cheek to his so he could murmur something into his ear, “I do know a small part of it, however:<i>Ich liebe dich</i>. I love you, Ansel.” The words didn’t fall quite as melodiously from his lips as they did from Ansel’s much more practiced ones. Lucio only knew bits and pieces of the language from a few trips he’d made to Germany with his family at a younger age. But the attempt was precious in and of itself, and he manages the pronunciation well enough for someone who was unfamiliar with the language.<br/><br/>Lucio hadn’t given any thought to the teenagers just down the shore until Ansel made the comment, then suddenly their presence seemed to assault his senses as he slowly sat up so he was seated lightly upon Ansel’s pelvis. He shifted his gaze over onto a horde of distant, but gawking, whispering teenagers and he couldn’t help himself, he burst out laughing himself. He shook his head in amusement at the sight of the astonished crew, and he found himself wondering how much they had watched, though he had to assume that they’d been gawking a majority of the time.<br/><br/>He only looked down at Ansel when his smooth voice again invaded his thoughts. He quirked his eyebrows upwards slightly as he took the bottle of water, examining the condensation that ran down it curiously for a few moments before he brought it up to his lips. He hadn’t realized how parched he was until he’d begun drinking, but once he had he guzzled down the entire bottle that had been offered to him, though a good portion of it ended up spilling down his lean torso, which he welcomed as the cool liquid helped to cool off his sweat soaked body. “What did you say could happen, love? Hyperthermia?” He gasped out softly once he pulled the rim of the bottle from his lips and reached up to wipe some of the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.