He had hoped his partner would rise to the challenge (or at least make an attempt at it) so his sudden shift down Edgeworth's heated body was met with an intense wave of disappointment...well, among other, more base feelings. Edgeworth grimaced and struggled against the pressure on his legs, bucking and twisting as best he could in an effort to make the Corinthian's devilish job more difficult.

In the end, it was all for naught. Once his legs were pinioned together by his own clothing, the nightmare was firmly in control. Edgeworth could only curse under his breath as he pulled the bonds on his wrists taut straining to catch a glimpse of what was coming. His face, already pink from exertion, reddened at the nightmare's words, but it was unlikely the Corinthian would notice the subtle change—his touch had elicited a surprisingly intense reaction, with Edgeworth arching his back off the mattress and tossing his head from side to side.

Edgeworth came back down with a grunt and glared almost petulantly up at his partner. "Ordinarily I don't get any enjoyment out of such a lopsided contest."