"Hah!" Luka nearly snort-laughs, his tone indignant, when he's offered the proposal.

"Sweetie, I wouldn't be where I am if I just signed any contract without reading the fine print. Or any of the print at all. I don't even know what you're offering me." His words are bold, but one hand is still feeling the smooth stone of the wall for any kind of way through.

The stranger's cold breath against his skin only quickens the pace of his searching and the desperation Luka feels for some way out of the encounter. He tries knocking on the door --- maybe someone was inside? Anything was worth a shot.