"I know." Skulduggery's bewilderment at the specific detail didn't diminish his certainty in the handsomeness of his old face. God knew his wife had said so enough times. "But twinkling? You can't really substitute 'sparkling,' can you? And since they mean practically the same thing - "

He glanced up to see the twinkle in Gabriel's eyes, and the thought died on his metaphorical tongue. "Ah. Never mind."

Part of Skulduggery was suddenly forced to wonder if his eyes had always been like that, or if it was a personal touch Gabriel had added in when he conjured up the disguise. He couldn't remember. It wasn't like there were old photographs to consult.

Once they'd reached the library door, Skulduggery paused with his hand on the door handle. "She might have another trick this time. Are you ready?"