He trips over the last word as she unfastens her top, and rubs his hands together as much to warm them a little as to distribute the lotion. He gingerly massages the lotion into her back, enjoying the feel of her sun-warmed skin under her hands. Jean's voice is in his head, like a mothering conscience, telling him to to be creepy, and to back off once the lotion is applied. It's amazing how his conscience has taken on the sound of her voice.