"Come in." Edgeworth wore a stoic expression as always, his hands folded neatly on his desk as his eyes watched intently--but not too intensely, for that was saved for only one--as the idiot information provider detective man entered his office.
"Mr. Edgeworth, I have that file you asked for." Smiling for a moment, Gumshoe placed the folder on Edgeworth's desk. But he was never very friendly... "But I looked into it myself and-"
"How do you even know this is the correct file?" Edgeworth asked, flipping through its contents.
Gumshoe looked confused. This was not abnormal for him, but the question was. "Because you asked for it."
"Mmmm... I see." He licked his finger before turning the page and finally set the folder down. "You may go now, Detective."
"But I told you that I-" Gumshoe interrupted himself suddenly, his eyes widening comically. "Mr. Edgeworth, what happened to your hand?"
"What are you talking about?" Edgeworth brought up the hand that Gumshoe was gawking at and his jaw clenched. "O-oh, this? This is nothing. I just fell down from my bed this morning."
"Huh?" Seeing as Edgeworth wasn't giving any better explanations, Gumshoe left the room and told the others about the strange marks on Edgeworth's hand. They all seemed to know something he didn't, but they wouldn't tell him what.
Edgeworth sighed in relief upon Gumshoe's departure. A deep red filling his cheeks, he opened a drawer. A soft smile touched his lips as he saw the picture that was only for him. He would have to tell Pess not to be so rough. He was just glad that noone had been able to find out what was under his cravat.
I seriously typed 'ruff' at first. I. Ugh.