That doesn't make any sense.

[Again. But he gets it... Sort of. He's just not sure what that means. Or how to believe it. It's too real to be another one of his really weird dreams...]

I get a room? [Vaguely curious, and then he's pausing, thinking on how to word his acceptance. Spoilers: like a brat] I don't need your help. ...But I'll accept. If you're offering, I'll accept.