[L's charmed by Kokichi, in spite of his dour seriousness overcasting most of what the detective does. He offers a pale half-smile that contains just a drop of nastiness.]

Really? You hate them the most? I do too, but... just a little, I can't help loving what I hate the most. It's my inspiration, after all.

[He glances Oscar's way as he stands and straightens as much as his chronically hunched back allows him to, glance lingering for an appraising moment.]

Well then. Let's hope that's true.

[Though L often looks like the youngest person in a room of people he's working with, that's not the case now. He's unambiguously the oldest, so he takes the first step along the gouging grooves, setting foot on a darkened tile with a chip in the left corner.

An arrow whizzes past his face, burying itself in the opposite wall.]

...stop.

[They've sprung the first trap, but fortunately, as long as they stay put, nothing else seems to be happening.]