[ Well. He supposes this Felix might not be expecting that kind of offer so readily, but it's not like it's that far-fetched, either? Eros-fueled island aside, putting on some lotion on his back isn't that different than helping him tend to a wound or slathering him with ointment for a burn; as long as he's only relieving his pain, there's nothing awkward about it.

(Of course, because this is an eros-fueled island, there's always the possibility that he'll need a different type of relief, but. They'll cross that bridge if they get there.)

Still, Dimitri takes the relatively easy acceptance with a brief chuckle, content in knowing there's even this little bit less distance between them. An olive branch, as they often do. ]

Very well. Turn around, will you?

[ And if Felix will do as he asks, Dimitri will pour an amount of lotion on his palm, rub his hands together and then set off to do as offered, starting with Felix's shoulders, then sliding down his shoulder blades. From his experience, that's usually the spot that gets the brunt of sun exposure. ]

The weather here is not usually quite this clear, you know. [ Palms sliding up again, he reaches the slope of Felix's neck and shoulders, and gives it a light kneading squeeze; tense as always, it seems. ] You should enjoy it as much as you can, once we are finished here.