[Edgeworth lowers his head for a moment, and when he speaks, his voice starts of quietly.]

So this happened for four weeks - a month. You fed on natives for an entire month.

[And when he snaps his head back up, he's glaring openly at him, his lips drawn into a sneer as he stares him in the eye. His voice is still quiet, but it's turned as harsh and cold as a winter storm]

An entire month where you could have easily fed on Dorian Gray.