Edgeworth stood in the doorway, grinning at Dimitri’s question. He walked back over to the couch, sitting down on it. “Here’s your soda,” He handed it to him, patting him on the shoulder. “I could only find the cherry ones. I think you finished off the last Orange one last time you were here.”
He opened his own soda, taking a sip from it. “Fourteen is still below the Age Of Consent.”