[Handing the bottle over to Ravus, Gladio stands there a bit awkwardly and simply watches Ravus apply sunscreen to his graceful neck. Does he plan to keep his shirt on the entire time they're at the beach?

He's wondering if Ravus will let the Magitek arm get smeared with the lotion and inevitably clogged with sand when the bottle is thrust up towards him and he's being commanded to sit and apply the lotion to Ravus' right arm. With a soft snort and a smirk, Gladio sits next to Ravus.]

Y'know, the sun feels pretty good on skin. And I doubt you want a farmer's tan. [He jokes while he deftly massages the sunscreen into Ravus' arm, hands working the muscles gently but surely as he blends the lotion.

It takes less time than he'd like, but with the arm done there's nothing left unless Ravus decides to actually remove his shirt.] The water's nice too. But you'd have to lose the shirt before going in. Rules of the beach.

[And yea, he'd like to take some time massaging Ravus' back while rubbing in some sunscreen. There, he admitted it to himself.]