"Aw, yer ruinin' all yer hard work--" he jests. It's doubtful that it would stay for very long anyway; it doesn't seem that sticky. He pulls a hand off of his face so he can run his own down her arm, both over and under--despite how intimate this might seem, he's not nearly as bothered or hesitant about this as he was last night in the tub. Her darker skin really compliments the sheen of this gold pollen, like it was meant for her skin tone...