[L is actually fairly used to being observed and written about. He isn't even sure he has an opinion on it anymore, to the point where positive and negative things barely matter to him.

As the temperature around it drops, the frog's eyes close drowsily, but it remains within a safe range.

Hearing the three pencil strokes, he pauses and glances aside.]

May I ask what you've just written? It doesn't bother me that you are, I just like to know.