[ how flattering? maybe? klavier seems unmoved while phoenix stares, simply smiling with a hand at his hip, waiting for his reaction. he's used to the staring by now, even when he's being starved of his usual scores of fans.

and uh, then phoenix drops all of his dicks. klavier watches it all topple to the ground in a heap, both brows raised. ]

Ah! Careful. [ klavier steps his foot back, letting a small, stray toy slide off of his foot. he looks back at phoenix, still flashing that debonair smile. ]

It was difficult to miss the small herd of fans you corralled earlier.

[ he nods towards the robots nearby, who seem armed and ready to resupply phoenix once their conversation is over. ]

I wonder why they seemed eager to serve you specifically. Perhaps they know something we don't about the great Herr Phoenix Wright and his interests?