Skulduggery was silent for a few moments, looking between the two with a sort of exasperated humour on his face; then he reached down, pulled off his shoe, and tossed it onto the table. "Knock yourselves out."

"Hey, watch out for the tea!" Finbar pulled his own mug protectively towards himself before smiling again. "Thanks a lot. Hey, mind if I keep the shoe as well? A genuine otherworldly container's just as important, you know."

Skulduggery didn't answer. He was too busy staring down at his bare foot, which... was actually a bare foot, rather than the skeletal remains of one. Slightly unnerving. It also brought back unpleasant memories of the Institute, fuzzy slippers, and being forced into a living human body, which was very unnerving.

The silence didn't seem to matter, though. Finbar had already pulled the shoe towards his mug, having apparently decided that there was no possible reason Skulduggery would say no.