Even Ludvig thought that the natural reaction was to be swiftly rejected, put off by the sudden upheavel of emotions unleashed within basically his first attempt at confessing to her.
Amaris' reaction is so far away from his expectations.  A whole lot better than he expected, in fact.

Throughout her response and her ensuing interactions with Amanita and Mirielle, the word [i]'adorable'[/i] pops up repeatedly in his mind.
Even despite the little bit in the middle there about some slaughter.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup][indent]"Which one of us here don't even have blood on our hands, anyway? I bet even Linnie maimed a few thieves every now and then."[/indent]
Ludvig said within earshot of the bar where his fellow men Osric and Rezello sat, and also Oswald the barkeep.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup][indent]"I was almost sure it was a job requirement."[/indent]
He turned away from Amaris' direction and back towards his empty plate that [i]still[/i] lacked the sauerkraut he ordered minutes ago. A momentary annoyance, before his mind turned to different thoughts and he caught himself smiling again. He glances at the closest person sat to him, Osric.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup][indent]"I'm, obviously no stranger to rejection, right? You can tell.
And yet, she was being so considerate, and, and gentle."[/indent]
Leans his head back, staring at the ceiling. Sighs.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup][indent]"No, yeah. This is definitely love. I love her a lot.
I'll die for her if I had to."[/indent]
A little while later, Ludvig gently slaps the countertop, equally annoyed and curious.

[sup]『 [i]Ludvig[/i] 』[/sup][indent]"Blast it with the sauerkraut... Oswald, could I have a sausage roll as well, please?
Also do you have, um... a sprinkle jar of minced garlic? Do you sell 'em? I'd like one of those to go."[/indent]