[Like hell he is is what Edgeworth does not say, because this evident madman is a guest in their home, and he is relatively certain that scoffing at a madman's madness is probably bad host etiquette. So he is a fictional character is also out of the question. A slightly strangled...]
How nice.
[...Is perfectly adequate. He hopes.
What is not adequate, however, is said fallen angel, lord of darkness, the Morning Star corrupted by et cetera, acting as though this were the home that he shared with Sam, rather than the home that Edgeworth shared with Sam. Perhaps Miles does feel a hint of territoriality, a bit of possessiveness, but that's perfectly acceptable as well. Isn't it?]
But please, Mr...Lucifer. Sit down. You're the guest here.
[And that's good wording, because it's not his first choice: This is my house.]
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How nice.
[...Is perfectly adequate. He hopes.
What is not adequate, however, is said fallen angel, lord of darkness, the Morning Star corrupted by et cetera, acting as though this were the home that he shared with Sam, rather than the home that Edgeworth shared with Sam. Perhaps Miles does feel a hint of territoriality, a bit of possessiveness, but that's perfectly acceptable as well. Isn't it?]
But please, Mr...Lucifer. Sit down. You're the guest here.
[And that's good wording, because it's not his first choice: This is my house.]