Not that it hadn't already before, but with L suddenly trying to untuck his shirt and divest him of his clothing the gravity of the situation was truly starting to set in now, amongst other things. Another spike of pleasure flared up in his groin, his face heating up like a pressure cooker. Feeling very much like he had been burned by the touch, Light practically jumped out of his skin as he tried fruitlessly once more to yank himself away.

"It's not-- It's not about Misa, what the hell are you doing!" he cried indignantly, eyes wide in something akin to pleasure and horror all rolled up into one.