"Fuck, you bitch." The unexpected pitch caused Rekker to jump but he instantly slapped Bjorn's ass for it.

The sigh and eye roll couldn't be stopped. "A manicure?" Of course. Rekker relented though. "There's one in the hotel."

At least he could get away from being dragged out to a spa if he mentioned the one here. The fact he didn't tell off Bjorn for the suggestion showed how much he loved the singer.