"Syrlya, Syrlya, you shouldn't worry so much. We're tourists for once, enjoy it," Childermass chides, amused as he's ever been this entire conversation. Although with that in mind, he sets his empty glass aside and sits up. "I know, let's go see what else this place to offer! It isn't all just one big bathhouse!"

Even though, from the look of the stitches still healing across his chest and face, he probably should just sit back down and deal with the quiet spa side of Shabon.