"Well, that's good to know." Finbar smiled absently as he poured the boiling water. "Like I always say, anything for an Archangel. I wouldn't even charge. Although, if he's anything like you, I might need a hint that he ain't normal." Finbar put the kettle back on the stove and sat down with a contented sigh. "Mind you, most of the people who come to me for tattoos ain't normal anyway. He might fit right in."

Skulduggery tried to ignore the thought of an Archangel getting a tattoo - couldn't they just... create one? - and glanced down at the mugs of boiling water. "Where are the tea bags?"

Finbar looked up at the detective, startled. "That's what I was forgettin'. Yeah, I don't think I have any of those."