"Yeah?" Louis gives Dani a little look for the comment, brows raised, mouth pulled into an amused grin - but his brow pinches in concern when he continues.

Taking up a seat on the edge of Dani's lounge chair (instead of dragging his own over), he gives him a once over. Not exactly pool-party attire, and while he doesn't mean to skim over his thoughts, he can feel the edge of worry there regardless.

"You wouldn't spoil anything. Everyone here's enjoying themselves - bodies of all shapes and sizes. The paint makes everyone look a little exotic, takes away and covers up anything you don't want to see."

He leans in, almost conspiratorially, and says: "Saw a guy trying to paint a bullseye around his - unmentionables. It can't be any worse than that."