[L's denial is a slowly building irritation to him. At first funny, but starting to go sour in its repetition and sickly sincerity. He stops grooming, places his foot on the cobblestones.]

No, you want that to be where the similarities end.

[The cool shadow of the alleyway he'd tucked himself into now stretched further down the street. The air was getting lighter and cooler, and in equal measures Niles is becoming more alert. L's big move was underwhelming so far to say the least, he almost wants to give him another pass at it. Each strike that L takes that are even slightly less hideous than the illusion he'd lived through feels like a victory to him. So he sits again, laying down on his right side and idly stretches a paw out towards the end of the alley where L stands.]

But I've seen all manner of monsters, and you're just familiar parts in a new order.