Lucio huffed softly at the man’s words but he didn't actually say anything as Johanna seemed to have the wrangling under control. Lucio leaned into Ansel a bit more firmly as he watched the pair of them meander away, Johanna mouthing a quickly apology back to her brother before Lucio turned to him for some sort of explanation. It was offered rather promptly and Lucio still felt mildly agitated with the Emerson despite his companions reassurance that he didn't have any lingering love for him. It wasn't as though Ansel didn't believe him, it was the fact that Emerson still seemed to have quite a few feelings left over for the beautiful professor. Lucio shouldn't have minded, he knew that much, but there was something about the idea of Ansel retiring into a bed with that stunning specimen that irked him to no end, even if there was no possibility of that happening anytime soon.<br/><br/>Lucio tore his gaze from the professors to look over at Emerson's retreating figure and he sighed heavily, shaking his head slowly as he watched him. He wondered briefly if all of Ansel's former lovers were as gorgeous as Emerson and Petra, as gorgeous or, arguably, more gorgeous than he was in his opinion. He had to assume so, seeing as he didn't think Ansel would ever settle for anything less than the best and most beautiful individuals in the world. Just looking around the condo they were standing in could tell you that much.<br/><br/>The boy hummed softly and slowly shook his head, knowing fully well that he needed to stop thinking about it before he got agitated. Ansel took care of that, though, his voice quickly drawing Lucio back to the present. He lifted his eyes up onto his lover’s handsome face and he smiled faintly at his comment. "Well, tonight it isn't a lie. Everybody in here is going to believe we are together, so this evening I am your boyfriend," he said simply, smiling warmly as he leaned up to press a chaste kiss to the man’s lips. He wanted to make the kiss drawn out, lingering, as he usually did, but with the potential for dozens of eyes on them he assumed Ansel would probably not want to create any sort of a scene. He broke out of his love’s gentle embrace and he moved to lift their glasses up off of the table, handing Ansel his glass of bourbon, which was close to empty, while he lifted up his have full glass of champagne.<br/><br/>Lucio sighed softly as he moved to slip his free hand back into Ansel's again as he sipped at his champagne, lifting his eyes over into his lover thoughtfully. "So, my dear, on to the next circle to be gawked at and fawned over?" he queried lightheartedly, a smile taking over his lips that genuinely reached his eyes, causing the corners of them to crinkle. Lucio was a master of the polite smile, the tamed smile in which the rest of his face was more or less untouched. Ansel was one of the few that could pull a genuine grin from the boy, and he found that he didn't mind it one bit despite past reservations about his smile.