[Despite himself, Light's heart races slightly. Wallace's hands on his shoulders, the physical proximity of his face have made Light, for one ephemeral moment, breathless. When he comes back to his senses, Light is furious. Wallace had no right to make him want this. He had no right to make Light hot and bothered. He grabs Wallace by the collar, brings his lips tantalizingly close to Wallace's and stops.]
no subject
Make me.
[He wriggles out of Wallace's hold.]