It's impossible not to return that smile. L is no virtuoso at discerning when Cesar's smiles are wholly genuine as opposed to frost-touched and distant, but he responds faster and more eagerly now when they share qualities similar to the one he's just witnessed.

"A few..." he says mock-vaguely, relieved that spelling it out doesn't seem necessary. He props himself up on his elbow, leaning down to press his lips against Cesar's, moving closer so as to get the angle just-so.