“You’ve adopted a child.”
“You’ve adopted a human child.”
“Phoenix, in case you have forgotten, you are a demon, you can’t just… go around adopting things! It’s not done!”
The demon in question pouted at him. “Aw, why not? Trucy’s amazing, and her dad vanished on her under my watch - I’d feel bad if I just left her. Besides, you’re in no position to lecture me about adopting, you’ve got, like, at least six humans.”
Miles bristled, and had his wings been out they would likely have been distinctly ruffled. “First of all, I’m not a demon, I’m an angel, it would be different if I were to undertake such a matter, we’re expected to be charitable.”
“If by ‘charitable’ you mean ‘trigger-happy with the smoting,’ sure.”
“SECOND,” Miles continued, glowering at him, “I most certainly have not taken in any humans - I maintain a professional distance at all times!”
This earned him an entirely unimpressed look, and Phoenix began to count off on his fingers, “Kay Faraday, Dick Gumshoe, Klavier Gavin, Sebastian DeBeste, Franziska von Karma, Ema Skye-”
“Ngh! I did not adopt those people, Phoenix Wright, they are work colleages! Nothing more!”
“Franziska calls you ‘little brother’ all the time,” Phoenix pointed out with a smirk, “And anyways, Trucy’s gonna fit in just fine - you know she actually figured out what I am the first time we met? She noticed my horns - nobody ever notices my horns! And, get this,” he leaned in close, cupping a hand to his mouth, “I think she might be actual magic, because I have no idea how she does half the stuff she does, it’s amazing!”
“Crowley? Could you be a dear and talk to yours? Miles has been face-down on my sofa for a week now just mumbling about Phoenix, and I’m beginning to grow a little concerned.”
“Deal with it yourself, angel, I’ve got bigger problems - mine’s adopted a kid, if you can believe it!”
“…that actually sounds rather nice. Crowley, what if we-”