Gin raised his eyebrows at L's words, though his eyes remained slitted. His smile reappeared quickly and he held his hands up in a sign of limp-wristed surrender until he had finished speaking.

"Hostile, hostile," he said, threading a laugh through his soft voice. "Feelin' guilty for playin' your part as an accomplice?"

He canted his head and looked thoughtful despite his expression. If those footsteps he could hear approaching the library belonged to that certain somebody he had been waiting for, L's little outburst would play in his favour. If? Gin could have laughed. There was no way they could belong to anybody else -- there was no mistaking the wisps of dark Reiatsu that accompanied them.

"Y'didn't seem to mind the price paid last time one of our members got it into their heads to wipe out a town," he said carelessly.