“Torture,” he replied very simply finding a small bottle of vodka in the mini-fridge. He straightened up and twisted the cap off, downing the contents quite easily as it was pretty much just like a single shot. After clearing his throat and shaking his head a little, he gave Muse a look, “I’m always happy to spend the day with you but getting a spa treatment isn’t exactly the most interesting thing to me.” He gave muse a pointed look, “No one’s allowed near my face with a razor. Stubbles’ actually part of my costume tonight.”