The Demon Prosecutor

It had been a long time since Edgeworth anticipated one of the nightmare's visits with such trepidation. (That is, if one didn't count the frequent nightly encounters he'd recently begun experiencing. Whether the Corinthian actually had anything to do with those was still under question, and Edgeworth fully intended to give him the benefit of the doubt until forced to admit otherwise.) Ordinarily he welcomed his friend's company, however rare it may be. Yet at this moment the incessant tapping of his foot and drum of his fingertips on the sofa didn't promise his usual warm greeting.

Dike watched him silently from the floor before the flatscreen, her intense gold eyes never leaving his face. Edgeworth did his best to ignore her as they waited.