[If anything, L has undoubtedly proved that he's himself, and no kind of copy. He blinks twice rapidly after Cesar gives him the answer he was hoping for, then nods, hand going to the back of his head to scratch self-consciously at the short hairs there.]

Well, I thought about it a lot, so... I'd hope that the points are good. At least persuasive.

[Well, shit. Where is he supposed to go from here? Maybe it's best to drink more; he downs a fair amount of tequila in one drink.]

It's probably good to eat first. If it's going to be good... the intercourse, I mean... it's better not to try to go at it with an empty stomach. We should be levelheaded about this, it... probably decreases the chances that we'll be reminded of encounters we'd rather put behind us.