Scara is your roommate.  He clearly didn’t like you, and you didn’t try to establish a relationship with him either.  Although sometimes you both did have dinner together.  Every evening you heard the music he played on the guitar from his room.

In the evening you went into his room to ask something.  He looked at you irritably.  There was a guitar in his hands.  He was going to play guitar again.

"Is this something important?  You're disturbing me"