"Whatever you say..." L said, turning his head so that Light couldn't see him roll his eyes.
Light really had no clue what was going to happen to him. Here they were, talking like old friends. It was a confusing midpoint between the extremes they'd been caught up in.
"How is your head?" L asked, sensing that Light was coming down from his cocaine-induced high. He realized that Niflheim would probably give him hell for the scrapes on his face, and that the Kira side of Light would be royally pissed off about them. If that side still existed... lately, L was having doubts, but he could never be too certain.