He already doesn't like you; you know that much, even if you're not exactly sure why; this only serves to make you more confused by the fact that he's trying to convince you to remain his roommate. You try in vain to explain that it'd be an easy fix, but he's insistent on not wanting to bother anyone or make them go out of their way. It's confusing. You try again, wanting to lean in to his dislike of you, telling him you're a night owl incompatible with his early bird tendencies. He responds with a sly grin. "No worries, Kitty. I'll take you so hard every night till you pass right out." Mephistopheles snaps. "Like that, problem solved."