Oh, yeah, he supposed. But then there'd be all that pressure to stay... he supposed he could slip out early, he usually did. As long as he didn't bring a book with him.
He sighed. "Yeah, okay. Just for dinner maybe." he got up and stretched his arms towards the ceiling, twisting and then relaxing, his back aching from being bent over those books. He took a seat back down on the edge of his bed. "Thanks for asking though."