Maybe it would have been better if he'd played it off the same way he had with Guild and Ms Sorrows, because now it seemed Tanith had gotten some sort of confirmation. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of laughter to start the day," he assured her with a smile, managing to cover his awkwardness.
He followed behind Skulduggery a little more slowly, and by the time he'd come level with Tanith she had already realised what she'd said and done. Suddenly mischievous, the Archangel flashed her a grin. "Besides, he is pretty handsome, isn't he? Or so he's been telling me. I'm starting to think he's trying to convince himself."
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She had seen through him. Solomon wasn't entirely surprised, and he met her look just as evenly. The look itself, the question, her words--abruptly Solomon wondered just what he was doing here. China was always the first person to come to mind when one wanted information, but what could she possibly tell him about Saint Gabriel that he didn't already know?
Only brief facts. Events. Anecdotes.
Solomon had been assuming that was all he needed. Now he realised it wasn't. What he needed was a ... a cleric, and he wasn't able to keep the flash of annoyed resignation off his face.
"No," he said, "he didn't. We were occupied with other matters." Although he had told Solomon to pray. The Necromancer chose not to mention that. He also chose not to mention that angels and Necromancy apparently didn't mix.
"You mentioned Guild," he remarked instead. "Does Guild know? Or, alternately, what has he been saying?" Solomon couldn't imagine the Grand Mage would believe this without proof, and given Pleasant's relationship with the man surely the detective wouldn't let him get that proof. Even if Guild suspected. They hadn't meant for Solomon to know either.
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He followed behind Skulduggery a little more slowly, and by the time he'd come level with Tanith she had already realised what she'd said and done. Suddenly mischievous, the Archangel flashed her a grin. "Besides, he is pretty handsome, isn't he? Or so he's been telling me. I'm starting to think he's trying to convince himself."
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She had seen through him. Solomon wasn't entirely surprised, and he met her look just as evenly. The look itself, the question, her words--abruptly Solomon wondered just what he was doing here. China was always the first person to come to mind when one wanted information, but what could she possibly tell him about Saint Gabriel that he didn't already know?
Only brief facts. Events. Anecdotes.
Solomon had been assuming that was all he needed. Now he realised it wasn't. What he needed was a ... a cleric, and he wasn't able to keep the flash of annoyed resignation off his face.
"No," he said, "he didn't. We were occupied with other matters." Although he had told Solomon to pray. The Necromancer chose not to mention that. He also chose not to mention that angels and Necromancy apparently didn't mix.
"You mentioned Guild," he remarked instead. "Does Guild know? Or, alternately, what has he been saying?" Solomon couldn't imagine the Grand Mage would believe this without proof, and given Pleasant's relationship with the man surely the detective wouldn't let him get that proof. Even if Guild suspected. They hadn't meant for Solomon to know either.