[Well that's no fun. He'll figure out a way to do it one day. He's seen scared, scared is memorized and filed away - but mad, he can only guess at mad. Continuing to listen, Beyond is amused by the thing that L's just told him, biting down on his lip before settling his feet at the edge of the bed to fold them in toward his chest.

He lets his cheek rest on his kneecaps, staring at L.]

Then you're wrong. I benefitted greatly, it not only proved to me the idiocy of your staff, having to lead her through, but also substantiated a few things I'd thought about death. Don't be so full of yourself, not everything is all for you.