[ That gets through to him. John blinks at Light, briefly taken aback— by the boldness, not the judgment, if the way he settles behind the same cool calm is any indication. He just tips his head in consideration, finally looking at Light as though seeing him properly. ]

I'd ask who's calling me names, but it'd be quicker to ask who isn't. [ He doesn't say this like it bothers him, but like it's a funny little observation. ] If Lazarus wants to play coy about our history, that's his business.

[ There is a hanging beat in which he almost resists telling on himself for a stupid fucking joke. ]

I'd hate to kill and tell.

[ The joke always wins, every time. ]