Jamie popped back up and smiled at Ella, "Well alright then, miss." Definitely no urge to call this one ma'am. She was far too young and pretty for any sort of ma'am thought. Once they were pointed out, he noted the men's changing room. "If we're unlucky." Getting the run of the spa would be very awesome.
He slipped into the men's changing room, kind of surprised that there was a selection of swimsuits to borrow... Thank God there were actually some trunks instead of just Speedos. He didn't need his bits and pieces on display, thanks. He returned in dark blue trunks with tribal waves in turquoise and white down the sides. The towel was folded and slung across his shoulders though it put the blackness of the stitches and surrounding bruises on display. He didn't mind.