[Offense taken. Mello would die for L, without a question. Has died for L in a future of which he's unaware, for a cause that he attributed entirely to his mentor, even if it was all a fucking lie.]

[But Myr is a gentle thing; even when he attempted to threaten Mello, he was gentle in his approach. Mello would have taken much more extreme measures, let his opponent know exactly where he'd gone wrong before Mello slit his throat, but Myr?]

[Cared.]

[And that's the thing that throws Mello off-kilter. He wants an enemy. Someone who means L harm, along with himself. Someone he can brand something to take down with no complications.]

[He notes L refilling his glass. It makes M both feel at ease and as though he's the reason L must resort to other measures to deal with their predicament.]

Would you grieve me?

[Spoken before Mello can think.]

I'm asking you for one reason.

[A thousand reasons.]

If you wouldn't grieve me, we've nothing to fight for, here.

[Right before he busies himself with getting the dirty plates in order as though he ere closing at the Sly Seadog. Methodical.]

Do you want me to walk

[No rising inflection. Matter-of-fact. He's currently holding a dish beneath scalding hot water]