"That would be pretty funny," Rinoa replied, grinning at the mental image, but she wasn't cruel enough to refuse him. People with fair complexions needed protection.

She shifted, swinging her legs around to sit next to him, and held out her hand for the bottle. For a second, a part of her worried what people might think, but her intentions were entirely innocent, after all. And that's what counted as far as Rinoa was concerned.