"And is there some way to prove this? Or do I just blindly trust what you and this note say?" Blind trust in a random stranger, apparent room mate or not, isn't Laxus' style.

All while Richtofen moves, Laxus watches. If this tower is full of people from different worlds, who knows what kind of magic he could possess. He doesn't move himself, however. "What's your name, anyway. If I am really stuck here, it wouldn't hurt to know who I'm forced to room with's name."