There are worse things to listen to, it could be the Sinatra reserved for baths.

"No such thing." He flashes a mild turn of the lips that might be construed as a smile to someone who only knew him in passing.

Tossing his small swimsuit behind him, he makes for his turn at the shower - they're still doing well on time and it's as good of an escape as any. "You forgot to pack trouser socks - I've got an extra pair you can use."