John gives a suppressed wince again at the contact, takes the bottle and gets some of the cream into his hands -- closing it and vaguely dropping it onto his bed after.

"It's fine," he says blandly, but he's a little tense as begins to quickly apply it to patches down his arms. Noticeably quicker than Ianto has been working, because he's trying to get it over with. It kind of stings at first, which mines by the end of this most of his body might sting. He's hoping the quicker he applies it the sooner it all stops.