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L allowed Light his little hissy fit. He waited patiently for Light to finish yelling, noticing how red the other looked and the sweat accumulating on Light's forehead. It could just be attributed to L repeatedly trampling on Light's nerves, but L wasn't so sure. "You're underestimating her. While not extremely intelligent - that is, on the level of you or me - Misa has successfully pulled off a number of schemes. I certainly wouldn't put it past her." L set down his own piece of cake on the nearest available surface, only to reach out a hand to press the back of it against Light's cheek, forehead, and opposite cheek. Despite just having been yelled at, L didn't seem all that concerned or bothered by it. "Calm down, Light. Your anger at the situation is not solving anything."