The look he gives Jim in return is one of his best glares, but even that doesn't feel like enough, so he flicks at Jim's forehead and hell, but that has the uncanny result of making him feel better. "Look, we live like sardines in a ridiculous high school like bunk," he complains. "Until I've got the privacy of my own single with a door that locks and no spying roommates, I'm not bringing anyone home."