[This is an act. L knows and senses that Mello is not himself, whether it's due to the drugs and alcohol or some demanding need to put on an acceptable front for his girlfriend. Regardless, L will try to play along, and very likely fail, because he is so terrible at putting others at ease. Reliably.
Mello really should have let him leave; he'll be thinking this a lot in the coming minutes or hours, he's sure.]
If you're certain...
[There's still something haunted and wary about the way he looks at her, and in fact the way he looks at Mello.]
I'm fond of eclairs.
[His tone is cheerful enough, but there's no variance in his frozen expression, the one that says he is still second-guessing the wisdom of all of this.]
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Mello really should have let him leave; he'll be thinking this a lot in the coming minutes or hours, he's sure.]
If you're certain...
[There's still something haunted and wary about the way he looks at her, and in fact the way he looks at Mello.]
I'm fond of eclairs.
[His tone is cheerful enough, but there's no variance in his frozen expression, the one that says he is still second-guessing the wisdom of all of this.]