Ludwig watches as the key is tossed, hitting the wood floor. His right eyebrow twitches downward. Not quite because of the rudeness, just the loud noise.

He turns to follow Kaelara with his gaze as she walks past him, maroon hair and curvy form being enguled by the shadows of the dimly-lit corridor.
"[b]Thanks for the advice.[/b]" He said after a certain distance, probably just to himself at that point.

Walking towards his key as he rubs the cheeks of his face with both hands, as if trying to wash the cringe he felt off of himself, replacing it with relief at the conversation ending.
Hmm, but what if he... He tried to do that trick Kaelara did, flicking the key upward to his hand. Instead, he just kicked the key away and past the stairs, back into the first floor of the tavern-inn, and he palmed his face.

Shuffling through his bean slingbag to find a certain comb-shaped tool, he raked the keyhole and let himself into his rented room.

Audible sound of a door clicking as it's locked.