“You broke into my house.” It was a statement, not a question. Edgeworth stood inside the doorway as he mulled this thought over in his mind. “You broke into my house.” He stated again, his tone vaguely annoyed now. He turned to face the boy, visibly frowning at him with immense dissapointment.
“I appreciate what you did but don’t do that again. It’s very wrong to break into somebody’s house to get what you want.”
He headed for the bathroom, intending to take a shower. It had been a very long day for him indeed. “I will get you a key.”