You're such sweet-talker he didn't say, and he didn't smirk either - not much, at least, and no more than he blushed. For all that he would have liked to poke at the slightly underhanded compliment, he held Edgeworth to a different standard when it came to praise. He fell quiet for several moments, letting the odd thought sift down. He sort of wanted to ask questions about what Edgeworth's mission would have been tonight, what the goal of this club was and how they meant to get there, but it all seemed pretty transparent. Get information. Get assets. Get out.

"Here's a question," he spoke up after a pause. "How much do you really think they control what we see and hear, here?" There was no fatalism in the tone, only straightforward curiosity.