Letting out a slightly amused breath, Edgeworth squeezed Phoenix's hand a final time before he withdrew his own, shuffling the drawings about in his hands as he took in the whole of them. He wasn't surprised to see multiple sketches of himself and Larry as children, but he didn't spend much time taking them in - though he did wrinkle his nose somewhat at a drawing of himself as a child with a wad of paper that looked like a mutation of a paper crane.

"I don't know as if I find that to be surprising. I can just see you being turned away at customs because you were fidgeting suspiciously or because you unknowingly disposed of your passport," Edgeworth teased, his attention remaining on a drawing of Mia Fey in her offices. "...though if you have an interest in art, Europe would certainly captivate you. Perhaps I can accompany you to the Louvre when..."

The prosecutor hesitated, the corners of his lips turning downward as the weight of their current situation pressed heavily against his shoulders. "...when the opportunity becomes available."