[L's definitely not his usual composed self. When Alexi asks about the mannequin, he rubs at his arm like there's a deep itch he can't hope to reach.

He's about to answer that the dumpster out back would be fine, and that he didn't think there was much point keeping the mannequin as evidence, since involving the police might not be particularly smart and he was still trying to figure out how to handle this mess.

But Alexi's next words catch him off guard, and his hairless brows shoot up.]

Are... you offering to protect this business? To protect... me? You should know that it's a lot to offer, and a lot for me to ask of you...