[It runs often through L's mind, at least as much as any obsession. It brings him comfort, the closest thing to happiness he ever feels. It pulls him in half and crawls into the warm, divided space, pulling the living coffin back together and sealing itself in his flesh.]

Hook up, as in... have sex with?

[He's stalling. Obviously, that's what it means.]

I should, most likely. You've had a lot of partners, and it's very uneven.

[He considers, goes over the new database of terms appropriate for dirty talking.]

You're kind of a... filthy little horny slut?

[He watches to see if that elicits a desirable reaction.]