"[b]Suit yourself.[/b]"

Ludwig's entire meal gone, he huffs his pipe on one side of his mouth and blows out smoke on the other side. Just emitting a faint white smoke on both sides of his face. He thinks it adds to his cool slash scary factor. Completely negated by the ensuing yawn.
He pushes his plate forward and asks the barkeep for a room, assuming he's practically already paid for one. He then turns to the silver-haired girl, lowering his voice.

"[b]You may join me later if you want. Just know that I don't harbor any attachments.
And neither should you.[/b]"

A highly suggestive invitation, yet devoid of any romance. As if making out is just another form of stress relief.
He leaves the counter, climbs the stairs to the inn floor and is fully out of sight.