The lobby boy.

A couple hours later Jane texted me again:

Jane: there's a knock on the door, baby...
Smith: Answer it.
Jane: it was the lobby boy, delivering a razor and shaving cream???
Smith: I ordered them for you. Shave before I come back. We don't want you to let yourself go
Jane: everything?
Smith: everything below the neck.
Jane: thank you, Mr. Smith.
Smith: you're such a good girl.