Edgeworth came dangerously close to throwing himself off the other side of the bed in his effort to get away from the intruder.

"Goddamn—" He cut himself off as the angel’s silhouette and voice (not to mention the fact only he had any conceivable reason and means to be there) gelled into recognition. With a growl he sat up and glared at the shadow in the dark.

"You do understand the concept of a warning, don't you? It's not a completely foreign idea."