[Justine watches him carefully. She watches the logic tick like gears and cogs behind those large alluring eyes. She tries to see a little past his veneer again and see's larger eyes, dark and piercing with an intellect that sends a prickle of excitement and danger down her spine.]

Yes.

It isn't a trade without your involvement.

[If she is getting him something then she wants something from him in return. That is the way of her world, even exchange.]

I wouldn't. I would never hurt him.

[The words were softly spoken, nearly affectionate in their tone. She looks down at L's chest and gently places her hand over his heart.] I promise to make this a fair trade, between us. No others. [She meets L's gaze again and hopes that he can see the sincerity in her eyes. Justine doesn't make promises that she can't keep.]