"If I'd heard that, then I certainly didn't hear it from you," he plays along.

Once in her room, he follows the direction and sets the table down with adequate space between the edge of the table and the side of her bed so that she could slide in easily and have enough room to prop with a pillow if needed to prevent the bed frame from digging into her back. He looks for the best outlet available, one where he can lead the cord under something out of the way, and plugs it in to switch on. Gesturing one hand with an open palm to the table as the heater starts to cycle, he smiles broadly, "After you."