Though L liked money and adored the thrill of stealing something of value, taking Kal's clothes was the last thing on his mind. The first thing, naturally, was adequately concealing his identity. It shouldn't be difficult; with his gun hidden and not a hostage in sight, who would be able to recognize him from the journals?
"Gloves? Goggles?" L asked, playing dumb. "That's a novel idea. I've never much cared for either, see... obstructing both touch and sight while working doesn't make any sense. Besides, with no supervisors around, I'm going to do what I want with my overtime." his tone took on an inane quality as he thought about his gun. A pistol, loaded, stored haphazardously in his pocket. It created a slight bulge under his untucked white shirt, disturbing the visual line of his straight, thin figure.