Finbar nodded as he watched the brown color blossom out into the edges of the mug. "That's a neat trick. Probably not much you can't do, is there?"
Skulduggery gave a wry smile. "There's a lot he shouldn't be doing. But he just can't seem to help himself." With a pointed look at the Archangel and a quick blast of air to cool the tea down, Skulduggery took his first sip. It was, predictably, delicious. One could even say it was divine, if one had an inclination towards such humour.
"Nothing wrong with tea," Finbar replied. "I like it really strong. Unless an angel's version of strong is death in a cup, in which case I like it mediocre."
Less than a day ago, Skulduggery was running from another Faceless One without his right arm, his sanity, or any hope of escape from the inevitable torture when he was inevitably caught. Now, he was sitting in a small tattoo parlour kitchen with a psychic and an Archangel debating the strength of tea. Life was funny sometimes.
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Skulduggery gave a wry smile. "There's a lot he shouldn't be doing. But he just can't seem to help himself." With a pointed look at the Archangel and a quick blast of air to cool the tea down, Skulduggery took his first sip. It was, predictably, delicious. One could even say it was divine, if one had an inclination towards such humour.
"Nothing wrong with tea," Finbar replied. "I like it really strong. Unless an angel's version of strong is death in a cup, in which case I like it mediocre."
Less than a day ago, Skulduggery was running from another Faceless One without his right arm, his sanity, or any hope of escape from the inevitable torture when he was inevitably caught. Now, he was sitting in a small tattoo parlour kitchen with a psychic and an Archangel debating the strength of tea. Life was funny sometimes.