And the moment Edgeworth finished talking, an arm wrapped quickly and firmly against his throat. Just enough pressure to issue a warning, to tell the man to keep his voice down or lose it altogether. His choice.

"Not sure you're in a good position to be throwin' around threats, sir." Fortunately ("Un-"?), if Luciano held any good will for the man at all, it was in the fact he didn't let Edgeworth fall. No, he kept the man on his shaky feet and pinned bodily against the wall, the arm around the older man's neck giving just the smallest flex. No noise. No struggling. And as if to emphasize the warning further, the pressure on the arm twisted behind Edgeworth's back increased just slightly more.

"Relax a little." But that smirk leaking into his tone, the cruelty just barely hidden underneath. "We're just gonna talk for a while. Ain't we, kid?"