If you could, we'd make a killing. Metaphorically, of course...
[He chews the pad of his thumb thoughtfully, his bristly demeanor melting a little bit. As usual, when L has something to occupy his thoughts, it lights up a distracting beacon that makes him a lot more pleasant, a lot more helpful.
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[He chews the pad of his thumb thoughtfully, his bristly demeanor melting a little bit. As usual, when L has something to occupy his thoughts, it lights up a distracting beacon that makes him a lot more pleasant, a lot more helpful.
Even if that's often not saying very much.]