[The wand whips up and is pointed over his shoulder at where the ghost's head might be. Potentially. Who the hell even knew with this poltergeist and the tricks he pulled.]

Off. Let go, put the water on for boil, and we can have a civil conversation. Otherwise this will be an unpleasant evening.

[For Edgeworth. Again, who even knew what the ghost liked. Grimmjow had been a mystery to Edgeworth for years, and he felt like he was no closer to solving it.]