Maribelle couldn't help but notice that he was gawking like a giddy school boy when he saw her in the bikini she'd chosen out for him. Oh she tried to continue on as if nothing was the matter, but the blush on her cheeks at his stare was probably a clear indicator that she knew he was staring. The wet glob of lotion was in part to snap him out of it, and also to switch gears a little. Still... she couldn't help but finally call him out on it when he called her Maribeauty.

"I-It's your own fault for being so distracted you know!" That the lotion was so cold? That she applied it without warning? That she was as red in the face as she would be if she was sunburned? Perhaps all of these things, and perhaps she just felt that he was at fault for something here. To make sure he didn't feel too guilty about being at fault, because he'd mostly done exactly what she was hoping for anyways, she leaned in and gave him a soft little kiss on the cheek.

"Ahem... now then... since I have more delicate skin than yours, I'm going to need a little help with getting my lotion on everywhere I'll need it. If I lie down on a towel, do you think you can manage?"