"C'mon now, give the kid a little fucking credit," Luciano chastised, his almost conversational tone entirely out of place as his hold around the man's neck tightened like a vice. "He enjoys what he does without any help from the rest've us."

But then the pressure against Edgeworth's throat eased up just as quickly, hand falling back to roughly twist itself into the back of the prosecutor's jacket collar. Still keeping him upright, even as Luciano shifted his position again. Putting himself between Edgeworth and said eager upstart? Maybe. They were already risking some pretty fucking heavy consequences from this assault anyway, and he'd be damned if he was going to let the fun end so soon.

"And I said we ain't whackin' anyone." The reply was firm - harsh, even - but the grin that he sent over his shoulder at the boy was something else entirely. "Not yet. I think this fucker still owes someone a apology. What d'ya think, Benny?"