A went quiet, taking in Light's body language, tone of voice, the glance toward the knives. He swallowed back the nausea that swept over his body and began walking towards the door. Was this really the man that Matt was so keen on?

"I understand perfectly. Can you do something for me though, Light?" He was almost at the door, within distance that he could make a break for it if need be. The food that he had piled on the counter was ignored and left behind, suddenly no longer important.