GOOD. Because what he'd just gotten himself into was DOOOOOM.

Heather's grin was equally so on both counts.

"You're one to talk, Mr. MY EMPIRE CONSISTS OF A COUCH."

And without further ado, she snatches up that blanket she had earlier and just-- CHUCKS IT OVER HIM. Like a net. LET'S SEE IF HIS PILLOW-SHIELD CAN DEFLECT THAT!