Draco gave a little smirk. Damn, she was going to wear a swimsuit? ...well, that was better than what she was wearing now. But still, he'd much have preferred naked spa time.
He turned to the phone, dialed up the desk, ordered the food (no mushrooms on the pizza, but tomato and mozarella, the most fantastic pizza on the planet) and then followed her into the bedroom.
"Fifteen minutes for pizza. They're really fast here." He said, pulling his jacket off. The room was just as nice as he remembered, and the spa... well, that was lovely, too.