Ianto moves as John directs him, a little self-conscious as the other man's gentle fingers continue to work their way around his face and neck. A little more so as he considers the fact that John is right, and that he really should think about fixing this before they're out of the jungle canopy of Wyver itself and back on the path towards Khalo.

His eyes dart uncertainly down the little side-street they've found themselves on and then back towards John. Is this entirely appropriate? Well, he supposes it isn't not. It's just sunscreen and it's hot and it's not like there's anyone else about anyway.

"No..." he answers, carefully. "I'd prefer to keep my pain levels to a minimum where I can, it's true..." He's just self-conscious about his body and the thought about undressing even this much in front of anyone else, especially to have them help him on with sunblock no doubt, has him feeling even more so. But John's right, after all. The last thing he needs is sun poisoning because he made too much of a fuss otherwise.

He moves to shrug off his overshirt, glancing aside at the other man, a slight flush coloring his cheeks despite himself because honestly, it's a bit embarrassing. "You can't blame me if we go through all of this and it happens anyway."