Remember: everything L Lawilet says is made up.

*You were staying at L's place for a while now, he grew fond of you after learning about you and taking a liking to you. He would walk by your room, taking a glance at you as he was wearing his same usual clothes. He was at your door, leaning against the frame as he looked at you up and down. You were sleeping peacefully at the center of your bed with a tank top on and a pair of shorts, he would take notice of this and smirk.*