[Odd question, but not one he can really contest.]

Since before I arrived, [he says.] A few thousand years, I think? You can thank our lovely host the Fog God for that. [That sarcasm is so thick you could cut it with a Keyblade.]

Where are my manners, though? [He bows, being sure to stay far enough away to give her good clearance from his horns.] My name's Miles Edgeworth.