[There's nothing affectionate in that, no. Only a sense of responsibility on L's part that would be expected of anyone rational in his position. Mello doesn't know whether he wants affection — probably doesn't — and caring is something reserved for a life the two of them haven't lived.]

No.

[He answers simply, and he won't look L in the eye when he says it. Wants nothing to do with the rejected intimacy, here. Whether or not it was initiated on Mello's part in any way is up in the air, but he moves away from the sink, opting to go to the freezer for some ice to add to the cognac.]

You're reading too much into this, [He lies, because what else can Mello do?] and I think that your suspicions of my intentions are making you assume paranoid things.

[Lies mixed with truths; Mello's never been noble.]