"Hmm?" Puynjab turned around, quickly thankfull that the glass to his shower entry was frosted and didn't provide any glimpses of his goods as he turned around, though by the shadow of it alone it was easy to guess that everything as to scale, if not then same. " Oh. Sweet cheeks. I suppose privacy isn't an instinct, is it." He reached out of the shower to grab a tarp sized towel, turning the water off. Wrapped in the towel, he picked Richter up in one arm. " Don't worry. I'll be out in a minute." He walked back into the bedroom and set the little guy on a pillow. " Now just hold tight." Puynjab turned around and went back into the bathroom, this time being sure to lock the door before tossing his towel aside.