Krem knew the voice. He wouldn't say that Dorian and he were friends, but they were familiar with each other, and that was reason enough for him to come over and see what was going on. It would have been entirely possible that it was just someone who sounded a little like him.

But no. Krem, dressed in his spa uniform of a short chiton that barely concealed the form of his body, came around the corner and saw Dorian Pavus looking overwhelmed and ready to start something with the robots that had brought him to the spa.

"Shoo," he said, coming over toward them. They scattered a little as he came up. "I've got this one, thank you."