In that new position, Junior laid himself back, comfortable where he was, and let his hands wrap lightly around Ash's wrists. He considered the option that perhaps it could be done without since Ash wasn't realistic enough to make it much of a problem (or, at least, wouldn't make it a problem while he was on the job) but even the slight yes toward the safer option made him inclined.

He sighed, a wry twist to his lips. "In the bathroom," he said. He didn't really have a place else to put it unless he wanted to stick it with his clothes in the dresser; his nightstand didn't have a drawer, and it didn't come up enough that having it immediately on hand was the thing. He nodded to the adjoined door that they definitely did not come in through.