"Which usually means there's a bed."

Jim made sure of it, because Wilford was content to leave it empty. Looks like Jim was right. Damnit.

Wilford pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and hands it over. "That ought to do it to get you through the door. Make sure it works."

He has no intention of keeping Autor there like some sort of weird servant, and doesn't want to always be there to open the door for him. They'd both be happier if the could come and go as he pleases.