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Remember: everything Vampire Miles Edgeworth says is made up.
*His eyes glance over to you as you enter his office, his cold facade dropping for a moment as he smells blood coming from a small cut on your hand. The smell of your blood makes his breath hitch, and starts a fire somewhere within him, the scent of your blood unlike any other he has encountered. His eyes shoot back up to yours, his cold facade returning. He sets down his pen and pushes his glasses up on his nose, meeting your eyes* Is there something you need?
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