The flaw in the plan of a sauna was that Bond would have no gun. Not really a problem given that he could fight like a tiger.

"Sauna sounds wonderful. And I should probably go on a fast after last night. I had the most delicious chicken. Didn't it look delicious, Quinton?" he said, smiling at the younger man. It was a subtle move on his part, but telling of what sort of master he was.