The laughter, though completely silent, is startling enough to make Lazarus pull back and away. He had no objective, and he realizes that he is completely out of his element, here. Even if he knows what he wants, has perhaps known for longer than he will permit himself to acknowledge, communicating it in a smooth and natural way is beyond the grasp of his limited social skills.

And then there's Cesar's response, which L has to second-guess. Maybe the shifting, uneven shadows in the room are making the signs easy to misread, and he pauses before responding to what he's basically sure Cesar said.

"Oh? I guess we'll see about that."

Fuck. What the fuck, Lazarus. Fuck fuck fuck.