[Edgeworth furrows his brow, his focus entirely on Mandrake and his explanation. He's never had an interest in the supernatural before, associating it with flight of fancy at best and fraudulent hacks at worst. However, it's as Mandrake said: this is a science, just one with a different set of jargon than what he's used to. And, now that he's seen the impossible firsthand, he can't exactly look Mandrake in the eye and call him a liar.]

I think I can imagine. [His voice is quiet, obviously distracted, his mind still on Mandrake's world. What a strange place...] Though I'm afraid my imagination can only stretch so far.

[He straightens up, tilting his head, his voice growing stronger as he returns to reality]

You see, these powers, these abilities, your magic - nothing of the kind exists in my home. [At least, as far as he knows] So, please forgive me for my assumptions.