You were weak and helpless and if I didn't take advantage of that, another person who wasn't in their right mind would have. I didn't want to do it.

[Also mumbled, and probably the closest L can actually come to giving an apology in his current form.

The drinks show up. L immediately takes one of the chocolate shots and starts nursing it in that absurdly delicate, slow fashion. The whiskey is neutral ground; the other chocolate shot is clearly intended for Jeremy, even placed near him.]

I don't need money. That's actually insulting; if I expected to be paid back, you know that I would have led with it before spending the money, don't you?