Fenrir would not go to bed tonight, not for love nor money (food). It's not the first time I've had to physically push him into the hallway, however this is the first time he's really resisted being pushed and then when I took a quick moment to recover/muster more strength/pretend I'm not a cripple, he got up, ran past me and back under the table.
So I've left him there in his makeshift den. I had spent too long arguing to carry on.
He stole some bright orange waterproof ripstop nylon fabric the other week and made himself a bed under the table, he's very fond of the den he made it appears.