A Creepy Invitation

The students that I'm teaching now have a horrible schedule. They basically have class from 7 to 9 every day of the week. This weekend will be their first weekend off since coming to the school two weeks ago so many will go home to see their families (the students are all adults from various electrical engineering firms around the province), but some will stay on campus at the hotel connected to my apartment building. Below is a fantastically creepy conversation that I had with one of the students who will be staying here.

Student: What will you do this weekend?
Me: I don't know, probably sleep.

Student: I think you can come in my bedroom and we can play with each other.

I try to contain my laughter and explain the difference between "room" and "bedroom" to the class. I also explain that "hang out" would be a much better word than "play". I explain to the class the American English meaning of his statement. The class erupts with laughter, but the student isn't listening...

Me: So maybe I will hang out with you but I don't want to play with you, or go to your bedroom.

Student: Why not?
Me: Did you here what I just said to the class? About what you said?
Student: I didn't listen.

Later

Student: If I come to your room, will you let me come in?
Me: That depends, since I live by myself, most of the time I don't wear pants. It's more comfortable that way. If I'm wearing pants, you can come in.

Student: We're men. We can not wear pants together. I think its okay.

Me: Uh... Okay class does anyone else have any questions before we end class?
Student: I have a question.

Me: Okay, but is it about me coming to your bedroom?
Student: Yes...
Me: That's it, class is over.