"It's nothing to be afraid of, Light." L kept his grip on Light's arm firm and continued to caress Light's skin with his other hand as it spread and L's palm was moving along the skin up Light's ribs and to his chest. L shifted to stand at a better angle to maneuver since Light himself had slightly shifted in his little freak out. The hand inside Light's shirt traveled around his side, following the bones of the ribcage, only to turn and dive and continue its journey down Light's back, headed towards its destination: the space in between the fabric of Light's underwear and his ass. What L said next was little more than a murmur, but with Light at such close range there was little to no chance he wouldn't have heard it (unless he happened to be crying out in protest at the time), "Perhaps we should move to the bed."