[Where Toby is often more keen and perceptive of Edgeworth's demeanour, there's just so much going on in his head that he attributes Edgeworth's signs of distrust to insomniac grumpiness.

So, naturally, he starts the story from there.]

We met at the July swear-in event. [The same one after which Toby had invited Edgeworth over to his place, where they talked, and Edgeworth choked on some whiskey.]

He was outraged at the rumours they had spread about him during the presentation. Since I was nearby, I spoke with him, trying to calm him so... [Suddenly, this seems so bitterly ironic.] So he could prove he wasn't what they'd made him out to be. In trying to control the wolf inside him, he clawed at one of his hands, and I smelled his blood flowing from the scratches of his wounds. Of course, chaos and panic had since spread, and I looked for a way out; he aided my escape and, in return for my help, offered his blood to me.

That was the first we met, and the first I drank from him. But it wasn't quite a feeding in the usual sense.