He hadn't planned on staying the night and he definitely had not bargained on the village moving him into her home without his permission. Regardless he had treated the morning as normally as he could under the circumstances, but if she wanted to play hard ball he wasn't going to let her win.
Water still running, soap still covering his body he picked up his wand, flung the shower curtain open and directed a full blast stream of said cold water at her as she exited the room. "You ought to know better than to turn your back on me," he shouted after her. He then closed and blocked the door so he could finish his shower in relative peace.
When he was done he pulled the towel of the rack and wrapped it around his waist and made his way toward the kitchen. Thankfully all his food from the other house had arrived as well. "I'll have tea ready when you're ready to talk to me like an adult." He shouted down the hall. Not that he wasn't enjoying the battle.