That look of fear, however brief it was, didn't go unnoticed, and for half a second the Corinthian was prepared to rip the scarf away again, apologize and drop the idea altogether. All it would have taken was one word from Edgeworth.

He was somewhat proud that his relief didn't show so obviously when the word didn't come.

"I'd hate to think I was becoming predictable or anything." The reply came with a small breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, but it also brought his confidence back as if it hadn't been missing to begin with. He stroked feather soft touches down the man's side. "Like I said. Just a thought."