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"You need to trust me." He felt Manfred's finger against his thigh again, and made no effort to move away, as though that demonstrated that he did in fact trust him.
"I do, sir."
"Then you need not worry about change." There was a smile in his voice, a simplicity. "Change for not its own sake may actually"-- his finger moved painfully close to his crotch and then down the other thigh-- "be evolution."
He looked Miles in the eye, hard and forceful and uncompromising. "Evolution is what has brought us here." He reached down to take his wine glass again. "When I took you in," he said, "I wouldn't have dared suggest a situation like the one we're in now."
Maybe it wouldn't have been so strange if you had, Miles found himself thinking. I always was regarded as precocious.
"It would have been wrong." Manfred's statement seemed to suggest that he could read his mind, but his tone was final. "We reached the destination we have arrived at this evening through change and development-- evolution, if you may."
I know I've posted about this fic and its epic D/s-ness and Edgeworth actually having a spine and and and did I mention it was hot lkjl;kajsdf There were not enough Ds in the dictionary for my DDDD: face at that line about Edgeworth's precocity. s-so wrong I love it