Phoenix generally has a good poker face when he really wants it, but it cracks more and more as she speaks, his eyes getting wider and face turning red. No, surely she's not talking about--

"Edgeworth? You think he's in his twenties? He's thirty-four. We were in the same grade in elementary school!" Yes, that's the part he mentions first. Because Miles Edgeworth, stuffy asshole extraordinaire who was born wearing a bow tie, is not younger than Phoenix. He catches himself, clearing his throat. In this moment with the subject of Edgeworth, his face suddenly seems younger, his eyes wide and the lines of his mouth and eyes soft, and his complexion is noticeably pinker. "I mean... yeah, I know who you're talking about. We've known each other a long time."

Since when is Edgeworth running around with teenage vigilantes, anyway? Honey why didn't you tell him that you both had a second daughter