[ He wasn't quite able to bring everything that he wanted when they were camping all those years ago, and it wasn't something he was able to keep up with during the period of darkness. There are precious few things that he allows himself as a treat, but this - something as simple as a routine in the morning, is one of them. There's a special lotion for the scarring on his face and a normal one for the rest of it, which he goes through next, watching Noctis fetch the shirt he's intending to destroy later.

It should be annoying, but instead there's a hot little thrill that goes through him at the idea of wearing it all day specifically knowing that when the day is over, his king intends to rip it off of him. ]

When one has a king who likes to misbehave as much as you do, of course.

[ He finishes smoothing lotion over his forehead then turns his body into Noctis', smearing the remaining bit of his lotion over his cheek and rubbing it in gently, amused. ]

I suppose we ought to call it 'funishment' despite how awful that word is.