[Whether he's aware of it or not, L quickens his pace and before long, they're back at the palatial-by-apartment-standards condos.

He ascends the stairs in silence, taking out his key (which he has, lucky break) and lets them in.

Instantly, they are pelted with a medium-sized, dense boxer, and anyone resonating with L can tell that he is rattled, tense, and freaking the hell out. He's hiding it outwardly so well, though, that even the dog wouldn't normally be able to tell.

But L doesn't usually wear masks. The dog growls, lowering its head and baring its teeth at the intruder.]

Down, Achilles....

[It sounds unpracticed, largely because Light usually calls him off, but Light isn't here.]