"Are you really that surprised?" L asked faintly. He seemed mildly disturbed. "I hope that I'm not losing my edge, as some have suggested... I've always worked this way. And my suspicions are seldom inaccurate, even if there is some risk involved. No pain, no gain, right?" L asked, making fleeting eye contact with Quigby before his gaze flickered away.
When Dorian the mummy started to resurface, L could definitely tell. His whole mannerism changed, from dignified debonair to nervous and worried. "It's OK, Dorian... I'll be fine," L said, the resolve in his voice stronger than it should have been. Maybe he was trying to convince himself as much as Dorian.