[L's bluff, of course, was that he had no retort prepared in the event that Light actually had more to say on the subject. He knew that the chances were slim, of course, given that the act had been equally appalling from both their perspectives (he thought?)... but with the way Light had kissed him, he'd be lying if he said that he hadn't at least wondered whether something else was behind it.

"Hoped" was too strong a word. Blasphemy, even. But L had not responded with revulsion, largely because he hadn't felt revulsion. Madness did many things to him, but strangely enough, it scarcely ever made him behave in ways that were uncharacteristic to him. He was always unpredictable and strange... the black blood had just pushed him to certain points more quickly than he might otherwise have allowed.

He clears his throat.]

Then... in the spirit of "moving on..." I should make arrangements for us to join the rescue effort. Please be prepared to leave as soon as possible...