Ludwig shrugs then raises the towel on his left arm to his left shoulder before shuffling through his bean slingbag for his eyeglasses.
"[b]Mm-hmm, trouble is correct. It's troubling me right now...[/b]"

Upon his turn to take a question, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge.
"[b]Uh... Yeah, you know me. I love riddles. Actually what am I saying, we don't know each other.[/b]"
Ludwig shakes his head, his right hand swatting away something in the air. He might still be a little faded from whatever he was huffing minutes ago.

"[b]I'm a courier. Nice to meet you... Assassin? Huntress?[/b]"
Clear avoidance towards the usage of names.

His left hand turns the doorknob a bit, it obviously doesn't budge. She's holding that key a bit firm, is she waiting for Ludwig to ask for-- Is she [i]already[/i] making a point about leverage to him? Tch.
A rush of thoughts linger in his mind. Words of affirmation. [i]Calm down. Play it cool. Psych her out and be done with this.[/i]

"[b]Anyway, I seem to have lost the key to my room.[/b]"
Snide.
"[b]Would you mind sharing your room? I'll pay for half your rent.[/b]"

Something about neither of them letting out any smiles.