L's expression remained one of static, mild interest as he registered Schroedinger's smile. It was sharp, like cut glass.
"That makes sense," he said, suddenly deciding to favor fewer words instead of challenging a potentially dangerous individual with perilously conspicuous intelligence. "It would be fascinating," he agreed vaguely, finishing his coffee and drumming his unoccupied fingers restlessly against the surface of his desktop. "It would be fascinating, if such a theory were to prove accurate."