He'd just hung his wet cloths up on hangers when she'd walked in. Though he didn't move, just watched her path to the bathroom. It amused him a little that she thought the lock would really stop him if he wanted to get in. Considering he didn't actually need to use the door, it did nothing really.
He didn't make a move to intrude on her though. He let her be. Mainly because eventually she'd have to come out of there. Instead he gave the room a once over to make sure it was clean and then settled on the bed, his back against the headboard. He rose a brow at her when she came back into the room. Possibly waiting a moment to see what she'd do.