Qilby resists the urge to roll his eyes. It is this young man's heart, after all; if someone's underwear are hung on the walls, it implies some sort of intimacy. Furthermore, the fact that he knows whose they are implies some sort of intimacy.

Some kinky enemy that must be, he thinks, with a hint of amusement.

"A puzzle, perhaps?" Goddess, he's having trouble containing the smirk. "Are we meant to figure out why this... Display is here?"