And naturally, Light continued to do exactly what he'd been doing: panic. At least this time L had actually given him something to panic about. And yet still, L wasn't amused. And even annoyed as L was, he was still tempted to just stop, stand, and appreciate Light. As annoying as Light's panicking was, it was also a little cute. Of course, when that thought crossed L's mind he had to wonder just how much he himself had been suppressing and perhaps how wise Light was to just panic and try to run away while he still could.

That wasn't enough to convince L to let Light go, though, mostly because that thought came from the head above his shoulders and the head in between his legs thought it was about damn time it got a turn.

So, L kept his grip on Light's wrist strong and marched right up to the bedroom door, opened it, and turned to grab Light's wrist with both of his hands in order to pull him inside. He did all this while saying, "You want this as much as I do, Light; you're just too deep in denial to admit it to yourself."