His eyelashes fluttered a moment. He stayed there a moment longer, even when Newt tugged at his hair, before he shifted forward onto hands and knees to crawl from the bathroom to the bedroom. The panties, still around his thighs, made the crawl sort of awkward. He made no move to shift them up or down, just did his best to leave them where they were on his body. That way, when he climbed up onto the bed, he was still painfully hard, and still tousled with his panties around his legs and the dress easily pulled up to his waist.