A subtle, self-satisfied smirk touched Edgeworth's lips as he allowed himself to be herded toward the bed. These signs of appreciation were significant ego boosts and therefore always welcome...and knowing his partner was enjoying himself was of course an added bonus.

When he felt the bed touch the back of his legs, he paused to finish divesting the Corinthian of his shirt. "Something different?" he asked, taking great care to run his perfectly manicured nails across the nightmare's skin as he tugged at the fabric. "Was it the bustle of tourists on Hollywood Blvd. or that exquisite Italian cuisine that put you in such an adventurous mood?"