Armani sees him coming and only covers the mouth of his drink to protect it from the splash. The golden sheen of body lava begins to melt from his shoulders, down his arms.

He swipes his leg through the water to splash Adrian in retaliation. "I would've settled for Mothlad, but I suppose you two will have to do," he responds teasingly, rubbing at his arms to try to blend in the product. "Did I at least look good while it lasted?"