Indeed, Edgeworth did have the same idea, and after angrily turning off the water and wrapping a towel around his own waist, he was storming over towards Phoenix. There was a moment's urge to yell - again - but instead, the reply came out as sharp, unrelenting sarcasm. There was no hiding the barely-suppressed anger.

"So. Fraternizing with the enemy, are we? You're laughing it up with the person who I'm still convinced is responsible for what supposedly happens. Is that your idea of being careful? Well. I'm glad to see that you're exhibiting such high regard for your own safety."

It would have been easy to slip a few added barbs into the sentence - the ones that got into the pangs of jealousy he'd been feeling - but he held out. It wouldn't do to come off as the more suspicious one of the two - or worse, overly possessive.