Lucio was beyond surprised to see a squat, bald man shuffling from the shadows behind the building as he began approaching the back entrance. He was momentarily worried about Grissom having seen what had just taken place against the car, but he quickly noted that the man seemed buried in his phone and he laid the worries to rest for the most part. He planned on simply moving past the man, trying not to call attention to himself as he retreated back into the building to briefly help out with the cleanup.<br/><br/>He cringed slightly as George's mouth began flapping in his direction but he paused anyways and plastered a polite smile onto his face as he turned to face the older male. He reached out to grip his hand firmly, shaking it in an incredibly professional manner and nodding quietly. He opened his mouth to confirm the man's suspicions about him being in the choir but he wasn't able to get even a word out before the professor launched into another question.<br/><br/>He released George's hand, depositing his own in his pockets now as he gazed at the man, his eyes angled slightly downward. "Yes, Sir. I've been in the choir here since freshman year, and before that I was part of a choir in my high school, and primary school back in London," he relayed softly, nodding his head slowly as he did. He lifted his eyes away from George Grissom as he heard somebody call his name from the building, two young girls stood there in the illuminated doorway, waving him over eagerly. He turned his gaze back onto George and offered another clearly forced smile. "It was a pleasure speaking with you. I'm glad you enjoyed the performance and I hope you have a lovely evening," he said softly, dipping his head towards the man in acknowledgment and then moving to slip past him. There was something about the man's grin that made him uneasy, though he wasn't sure what about. It was fairly certain in Lucio's mind that he hadn't seen what had happened against the deep red Mercedes . . . Perhaps it was still something worth mentioning to Ansel the following day, though.<br/><br/>He decided to do just that, but also to not let the odd encounter jar him too much as he went about the remainder of his evening. He assisted his peers in cleaning up the auditorium and backstage area before retiring to his residence hall. He showered, went about a brief beauty routine and then brushed his teeth before moving to settle back onto the bed. He laid back, gazing silently up at the ceiling and sighing softly as he allowed his mind to wander briefly. Promptly his thoughts landed upon Ansel, however, and he groaned softly to himself as he sat up and turned his gaze onto the meticulously pressed and ironed pants he'd draped over the back of his desk chair. He stood slowly from his bed, moving over and fishing the tiny glass rose Ansel had gifted him from his pocket. He moved it about in his fingers delicately, staring down at it as an uncomfortable mix of desire and disdain boiled within his stomach.<br/><br/>He lifted the little object up, pressing it briefly to his lips and closing his eyes momentarily before he moved to set it carefully atop a pile of textbooks on his desk before again retiring into bed. This time as he laid there he grabbed his cellphone from his pocket, dialing up a fairly familiar number and waiting quietly for an answer. It only took two rings for the individual on the other line to pick up and offer a brief note of greeting before Lucio began.<br/><br/>"Hello there . . . I'm doing quite well this evening, thank you very much for asking . . . Yes, I do need to make a reservation — the Royal Living suite for Friday night, under the name Lucio Bane . . . Yes. Perfect, thank you very much," he hung up and moved to plug his phone in, setting it on his bedside table before rolling over onto his side.<br/><br/>Despite Ansel's presence life had to continue, whether he wished it to or not.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~.~.~.~​</div><br/>The following day Lucio was not scheduled to see Ansel at all, which was most likely for the best as he had other things to attend to throughout the day. If he had time in the evening, he decided, he'd drop by the man's office and see if he couldn't catch him before he left. It was another cool day out so Lucio made it a point to layer his<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F37%2Fb4%2F0a%2F37b40af40b1bcc30a18f4df6c825310e.jpg&amp;hash=9da65e29c026589603beb8c2135c4c4d" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/37/b4/0a/37b40af40b1bcc30a18f4df6c825310e.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">outfit</a>to a point where he assumed he'd be comfortable before setting about his business. He attended classes, and also managed to strike a deal with a certain professor named James F. Buckley, Professor Buckley to Lucio.<br/><br/>Sex for a passing grade, the standard deal, and he offered the man a brief peek into what sort of pleasure he'd be in for with a professional blowjob. He couldn't help but think, though, as the man's cock was being shoved down his throat by the impatient, seemingly inexperienced professor, that he tasted terrible. He wanted to wash out his mouth or, better yet, replace the foul flavor with that of Ansel's. When the man finished in his mouth Lucio gathered himself as best he could and reminded him where and when they'd be meeting before retiring to the bathroom to try and rid himself of the man's smell and taste before he moved on to try and catch the doctor he so desired. Despite his best efforts he still smelled of the man he'd just been pleasuring after his time in the restroom, and he was hopeful that Ansel didn't notice the off scent, or more that it didn't upset him if/when he did.<br/><br/>Lucio hurried down the hall in the office building, though he doubted the man would still be there. He made it to the office he was seeking and he cleared his throat lightly, gently rapping on the door, though he quickly and impatiently moved to try the knob, which happened to be unlocked. He pushed the door open slowly and peeked his head inside slowly. "Doctor Essen?" he said in a soft, questioning tone.