Miles could feel his cheeks start to burn from embarrassment as Hojo chided him for his rough behavior. He still didn't want to believe that the scientist was going to cooperate wholly with what the prosecutor wanted, but he didn't act like he had any ulterior motives.

Of course, he was only a lawyer and while he did have brains and was also the better-looking of the two, since HIS hair didn't defy gravity, he wasn't too good at reading people outside of the courtroom. Especially when he was going on some sort of rescue mission where his life very well might be in danger, and to make things worse, he was dressed in clothing borrowed from the old man back at the shop and he felt like he was getting a cold.

So walking around in the rain and snow with only a dress shirt and pants wasn't a good idea, he noted bitterly.

"Well, I suppose no one here sees any need to be so polite either."

"The lady is right," Edgeworth said, shoving the muzzle farther into the taller man's shoulder. "Move, please."

Perhaps the 'please' would be polite enough for the moment.