If he wasn't so damned cute he'd have a real problem on his hands.
One of my old flats, I would sometimes see a small jumping spider staring at me from the sink, while I was trying to poop. And we'd always have to have a small discussion about boundaries, and "please don't jump on me, I can literally see you thinking about it
Cute little shits, and they never did jump on me while I was pooping... but they always reminded me that it was an option