L took a moment to close his eyes and grimace inwardly. He was ashamed of himself, for allowing this to happen. He was ashamed of what Frank, or Blythe, or anyone else he respected would have to say concerning this behavior, this apparent careless willingness.
Goose bumps rose on his chilled skin, but otherwise, he made no sign that he was in any way uneasy. He'd known this was coming, after all... known it innately and well.