It puzzled L that someone could be so clueless about not only the origins of his name, but a very well-known European country. Weren't things like that common knowledge of the most easy-to-access brand? But L withheld his judgment for the moment, realizing that Cielo probably came from a world where there was no Spain. He would later reason out how it was possible for someone like that to have a Spanish name with the exact same meaning as the word in that language, but for now he would focus on the situation at hand.
L thought for a moment. The young man's confidence.... there was something infectious about it. He seemed so unruffled, so unworried, that L found himself relaxing. "Yes..." he agreed, finally, his glance lingering suspiciously on Cielo. "As long as you're sure. I think that I'll go back to the drug store, now... where are you staying?"