"Of course," L said quietly, tracing Light's ribs with his fingertips before sinking his nails into the younger boy's skin.
The fact was... he was more than happy to. L was the last person to be a sadist... he could watch suffering without being moved, but his own experiences and something intrinsically human within him recoiled at inflicting torment himself... except on one person, of course. But it couldn't be called that, with Light... which created a conundrum. The hell with it... he followed Light's requests, his mind going on autopilot as he increased his pace.
He was invading Light... the way he himself had been invaded. This should be bringing him joy, shouldn't it...? A more complete satisfaction than the mere answering of an innate urge? But... no... it was too life-affirming. Seeing blood wasn't enough.
What was enough? Where was the reason L had once valued so deeply?