"You're right, you don't. I'm your private whore, remember?"

Bjorn had no filter and wasn't really bothered if the manicurists could hear what the two rock stars were saying or not. It probably wasn't the worst they'd heard from some of their clients either. The Swede smirked and then sat back in his chair, enjoying what was being done to his hands. It was surprisingly soothing and even though he didn't play guitar like Rekker did he was liking how his joints and fingers were being massaged.

"Oh yeah? Dirty bastard."

The Swede stuck his tongue out without moving much.