Things seemed to be lightening up fairly quickly, despite the placid demeanor of both of them. Dorian was quickly learning that things could be positive and laidback all at the same time, and it was a relief he'd never had the pleasure of experiencing before. His fingers found themselves in a rhythm on his lap.
It was one thing that L agreed they could be friends, but another when L held out his hand. Dorian's fingers ceased their dancing and his eyes widened. Was this for real? Too elated to second-guess himself, the mummy man held out his own right hand and shook it. Afraid to be too forthcoming, he retracted it quickly.
"Yes, yes I do!" He smiled. "There is Granny. She is an old lady. Then there is Jared - he's really big, muscular. And Sir Percival Quigby. He has a tophat - very intelligent. Every book we read, he remembers everything. He has a handlebar mustache, too." He shifted back and forth. "Do you want to see them or am I okay now?"