Well, that was more or less to be expected. He waits for a moment or two, either to let her stew or to make up his own mind about something. Then he reaches over to lightly pat the lump in the covers where he's pretty sure her head is.

"I would have presumed that you consider my bed to be the greater of two evils," still smirking a little, "I'm a little flattered."

Either he has a warped and incorrect understanding of the situation (and he doubts that he does, being him), or something weird is going on. Something worse than him? He still wants his explanation, even if Euri isn't exactly willing.

"But I'm going to keep asking until you give me an answer. What's the problem?"