[ There's a short, sharp grin at the comment - well, both comments, the marking and the notion of using blood - that's halfway to being an outright laugh. But he stops himself as if out of manners, offers Edgeworth a skeptical look before glancing back to Deb. ]

Leave a trail of bread crumbs and hope for the best? The halls are changing; these paintings don't stay where they should. I can't even follow a scent properly.

[ Hey look, it's that guy who shoots down everyone's plans without contributing something useful. But his interest has shifted, anyway, and his attention's back on Edgeworth when he continues. ]

And forgive my curiosity, but - you say you fought them, and yet here you are. Perhaps they are not quite the foes I assumed. [ What he really means, of course, is perhaps there's more to Edgeworth than meets the eye. ]