"Yo, this is fine," Scotty assured her, turning his head so he wouldn't be muffled. "If my options are lay on the floor or not get a massage, I'm hella laying on the floor."
He nodded at her assumption, looking back at her for a moment before relaxing again. "It's been a while, but yeah. Massages were great. I fucking lived for the jacuzzi, though. Should have taken advantage of the one at the mansion more often, yo. And after that whole fucking box thing? Shit, I'm glad as hell that you volunteered to do this. How'd you get into this, anyway?"