[ chews his bottom lip while the splashing and scrubbing sounds are going on. ]

[ it's really a bit of self-inflicted torture at this point, listening to this, the gentle human noises of dean's personal care and the rustling of his clothes as he tugs them to and fro. ]

[ but retreating all the way to the windowseat won't make it any less audible for him, either. ]

"Mojo" can't do much for that in this instance, I'm afraid. The closest I could do to accomodate would be...a rainstorm.