"I have, indeed. I pride myself in having more world experience than most men my age," he stated quite proudly as he slowly slid down into the seat that he'd been settled on the armrest of. The lingering smile on his lips vanished, however, when he took notice of the change in Ansel's body language that had occurred rather suddenly. He was about to ask him if anything was wrong, and if there was anything he could do to fix it, but before he could get any words out the man was standing and asking him when it was that he'd called down to room service.<br/><br/>"Oh, roughly twenty minutes ago, I believe. The food should be here shortly," he replied, slowly moving to the edge of the seat to stand and follow the other, but then he made his intentions clear and Lucio slowly nodded. He still looked mildly concern, but now having the knowledge that Ansel would soon return he decided not to pursue him. He relaxed back into the seat and watched closely as the professor made his way over to and up the stairs. He watched the other closely until he'd disappeared up onto the second level of the room and then he took a brief moment to fish his cellphone from his pocket and check on his notifications. He got responses out to a select few text messages before his company's lovely voice rang out throughout the suite.<br/><br/>The young man laughed softly at the comment and he called back, "If you want my honest answer, Doctor Essen, I genuinely have no idea. I'm really nothing but a beautiful, overpriced whore with little to no notable personality." For such a proud, self aware, self confident young man the rather self deprecating words he used were rather surprising. It offered a bit of a hint to how Lucio had been treated in the past, and it didn't seem as though it was very pleasant. The young man then stood quietly and stretched, humming thoughtfully as he lifted himself up from the comfortable couch at the sound of a sharp rap on the door.<br/><br/>"Perfect timing! That champagne will pair perfectly with some of the foods I've chosen for us," he exclaimed rather happily, smiling over at the other as he reached the bottom of the stairs again. He was clearly trying to steer the conversation away from any more talk about him, or the idea that somebody could be attracted to him for any more than his face and body. He moved past Ansel, leaning up and press a brief, sweet kiss to his cheek when he reached his side before moving forwards to the door again at a rather quick pace. He opened it up and smiled warmly at the familiar face that entered.<br/><br/>"Bernardo, it's lovely to see you again," he greeted rather politely as he held open the door for the older gentleman.<br/><br/>"Mr. Bane, the pleasure is all mine, as always," he murmured in response, offering a jovial smile at the boy as he shuffled in with a loaded up cart. He lifted his eyes and was greeted with the sight of Ansel there at the base of the stairs. "Ah, and you must be the lucky gentleman!" he exclaimed happily, letting out a laugh as he pushed the cart to the center of the expansive lower floor, depositing it near the love seats where the pair had been lounging on and off all evening.<br/><br/>"Yes, this is Ansel, my guest for the evening. Ansel, this is Bernardo; he's a veteran employee of this particular hotel, and a rather dear friend of mine," he introduced politely, looking between the two men with a certain fondness for the graying man clear upon his face. Their history wasn't clear to Ansel yet, of course, but it went deeper than one might think. It wasn't as though he'd be exposing it anytime soon, but Bernardo had been there for Lucio in a rather dark point in his life, a part that he wasn't particularly proud of nor fond of reminiscing about.