A sharp knife of a short life

"Ah," he didn't know how to answer that and he furrowed his brows in his confusion, "I'm actually a bit tied up in the moment, so while I do admire you, I can't say that I exactly care for you. It'd be rather unfair for him, I think," he admitted.

In his head, the nickname immediately brought him to the horrible nickname he had come up with for the other Beyond. He pulled his head from her hands, still smiling, "I've been just fine, Birthday-cake. How have you been? I'm flattered you thought of me at all."

L lurched forward, snickering, "I don't quite follow your logic, but I'll accept. For now, at least."

"It's been a while since I've seen you, and yet here I am, at your door step once more," L mumbled, scratching his chin.

(Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you all that Lady B has hit the bottle.