"If you knew more about my 'ordered and neat little life,' I doubt you'd continued to envy it." There was thinly disguised irritation in his voice, a cold glare in his eyes. With that, Edgeworth rose from the bed and crossed to the bathroom in a few long, smooth strides.

"But it seems we can all agree on one matter," he continued, his tone suddenly and deceptively casual, as he disappeared behind the door. "Obviously you have work left to do here." He reappeared, his hands busy with the ties of the black, cotton robe now wrapped around him, and treated Mikk to a tight-lipped smirk. "Don't let us keep you."