Not that bad, says the man who was practically known for taking care of anyone where he could. Who opened this conversation by scolding first, asking questions later? Riddle will let it go, for now, watching as Trey settles into the spot beside him. It wasn't like Riddle wasn't going to say yes if he asked to join him, and there was space there.

Riddle's eyes fall back down to his own books, an idle hand carefully flipping through the pages of the one now open in front of him. He finds the page he needs, or the page he had decided he would settle on. It's not like he's going to stop just because someone found out he was up and working, unless given a good argument to try and get back to bed. For now, the books would stay open, and his pen would stay in hand.

"Is that so...?" Glancing back up towards Trey, he gives a somewhat dubious look, "How often do they horse around like this? Has your word been enough to stop them? ..." Must he have a conversation with the Dorm all over again? Not that the majority of the students would take him seriously out of anything more than fear. Again, he decides to let it go, in favor of a different statement, "Oh, but don't allow me to keep you up. You should get back to sleep as soon as you can."

Sleep's important, after all.