[Edgeworth's expression brightens just a little bit, both at Jenna's words of approval and at her confidence that he is indeed worthy to follow after his mentor; he draws himself up at once, of course, embarrassed by that thrilled expression (immature, of course, and unworthy of a student of von Karma's), but the pleasure remains.]

It is my hope that I've the skill and craft to do so. I fear I hardly compare to Mr. von Karma, but with luck, with his continuing guidance, I can indeed emulate him.

[But he fears that it's rude, perhaps, for him to continue to sit here when they could be talking more freely. It does seem to be going well so far, in spite of that earlier moment where he felt just that slight edge of embarrassment for them both, and he's relatively confident that he can leave them alone if need be.

So he asks his mentor, confident that the man will understand his question as shall I leave you alone:]

Sir, shall I bring you something to drink? And Ms. Sommers, would you care for anything?