Wait, no, that's not at all what he had wanted and his amusement immediately fades to concern and regret as Mattheiu retreats into the bathroom. There's a dull click of the door and in an instant he's through the room.

"Mattheiu, darling, wait-" He bites his tongue, brows furrowing with worry as he sets a hand on the door. He could force it open, it wouldn't be too hard with his strength, but he's adamantly not going to even try. If his reaper wanted the privacy, then that's what he would get. That doesn't ease any of the concern though, and he doesn't move, "darling...

Are you alright?"