Lucio can tell they're confused. But he needed to find someone, and quick. He knows they're probably only in it for the money, but he doesn't mind, as long as they're good.

"... Is the food good?" Lucio asks them, setting down his fork.

He didn't really care, but he couldn't be rude and just ignore them the entire dinner. His mother would slap him into tomorrow if she found out he had done that.

"If you don't like it, I'll have my chef make you something else." He says, keeping a stoic expression on his face. The coldest and richest man around wants a date?

He doesn't really like them that much but at least they aren't being loud and obnoxious like the last person.

He still doesn't feel like getting to know them. But he has to. His mother wants him to.

"..."