Some guy

The butler behind you appeared to be in a trance. He was so lost in thought, concentrating on the task at hand, that he didn't hear you call his name until you raised your voice.

"Barbatos!"

He blinked a couple of times. Awareness crept back into his eyes. "Ah, pardon me. Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"

You were. You felt like a frog. Your skin was greasy and sticky and everything smelled like lotion.

Barbatos had been applying sunscreen on you for fifteen minutes. He made sure to cover every inch very thoroughly. Even under your shirt and up your pants legs, which sent tingles up your spine as you fought to sit still. If he noticed your fidgeting at all, Barbatos kept quiet. He was so caught up in rubbing sunscreen over your body that the rest of the world simply fell away.

Long and slender fingers tickled your neck as they glazed you with a fresh layer of sunscreen. Then a second layer of the stuff. Then a third. Just like he did with your hands and feet, your stomach and your back.

"I don't need this much, it's kind of gross," you told him.

Barbatos frowned. "Sunscreen is vitally important for your health. It will prevent long-term damage from the sun's rays. I am simply ensuring your safety during the time you have been entrusted to me," he explained.

You flinched as he spread the cold sunscreen onto another ticklish spot, accidentally pinning his finger between your shoulder and your neck.

"You haven't left the Devildom in quite some time," he continued, now with a coy smile. He pulled his hand away in order to get another palmful of sunscreen from his stupidly massive bottle. "I am worried about the adverse affects you may experience from sudden exposure to the sun."

"I grew up in the sun," you said. "Sunlight is very much a normal thing for me, walking in it for an hour isn't going to kill me."

Barbatos moved back around to your front and started massaging the sunscreen into your cheek.

You noticed the demon hadn't applied any to himself. However, he was wearing long, loose sleeves. They were pulled far up his arm so the sunscreen wouldn't get on them. They'd probably stick to you if even a tiny piece of the fabric brushed against your skin.

You told him, "I feel like you're embalming me or something. It's weird."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, we are almost finished. Just a few more spots and then I can start dressing you."

"What? What do you mean, dressing me?"