[the reaction is more violent than he expected. Edgeworth turns back to the boy, determinedly keeping his gaze raised—not a difficult task when he can focus instead on the large tree branch the boy’s brandishing. tensing, he keeps his arms crossed protectively over his chest, answers in a measured, even tone:]

My own bed in my own apartment...but for the moment I’d settle for some assurance that you aren’t going to take any unnecessary steps with that thing.