As Lucio spoke, Ansel could not pull his eyes away from the gentle curve of the young man's lips. Each word looked as if it was cradled preciously before being let out into the air for Ansel to aurally absorb. What fell from Lucio's mouth was garbage, even if he was beautifully presented and intriguing garbage.<br/><br/>Ansel leaned back in his desk chair and placed his arms behind his head, stretching out his wide chest. He inhaled deeply, slowly, and let his eyes drift up toward the ceiling. "Let me get make sure I'm hearing this correctly," he said, amused. "You're attempting to bribe me to allow you to pass my class, just because you think it is too difficult, is that right?" He chuckled and lowered his hands, began undoing the first few buttons of his shirt and exposing the top of his muscular pectorals.<br/><br/>"Mr. Bane, I'll give you the credit you are due. I'm very much, as you so uncouthly put it, a 'no bullshit' type of person." He stood up from his desk and stepped over to the office door. He turned the lock and waited until it clicked in place before continuing. "That being said, what could you possibly have to offer me that I couldn't receive from a more respectable source? A source that wouldn't get me fired, for instance?"<br/><br/>Getting fired wasn't something that garnered any actual modicum of concern from Ansel; however, he certainly couldn't let Lucio know that. The thought of having Lucio to himself, of dragging his fingers along his student's smooth skin and pressing his aged lips to his were a fantasy he could never have pictured becoming a reality up until this moment. And yet, here he was, sitting before him with a simple proposition. Too good to be true, perhaps?<br/><br/>Ansel propped himself on the edge of his desk in front of Lucio, spreading his legs wide so that one leg was on either side of his student. "Tell me, Lucio, it is obvious that you need me. Why do I need you?"