L laughed harshly. "Damn straight, you're not 'innocent'... I always knew that. I always knew that you were Kira..." he twisted futilely as Light began... doing things. If he made it too clear that he had a real problem with being touched, Light would probably do it more, but it was something he had a hard time controlling.
He had known, of course, that Light had liked him during "that time," during that baffling period that made no sense whatsoever. Despite his suspicions, Light had actually tolerated him, almost... well, they'd been friendly. But death had changed them both, and Light was, unfortunately, not changed for the better. L gasped sharply as he was pinched.