He's seen and heard a lot of shit in his day, although sometimes even he can be caught unaware. This happens to be one of those times. He'd begun trekking his way back over to his coffee once he felt sure Party was going to actually shower on his own (the stripping wasn't indication enough, honestly), but the sassy parting comment hits him like a rock and he whirls back around to look at Party, appearing somewhat stunned by his lack of shame.

Well, damn. Good for him, mastering his craft.

Still. Ghoul shakes his head at the now closed bathroom door, fetching his mug and picking out a relatively clean-ish portion of floor to sit on near some canvases, checking them out while he waits.