Allowed to? Skulduggery paused in his absentminded pacing. He wasn't God. He couldn't tell Gabe what not to do - at least not as anything more than a friend. They'd agreed, together, that Gabe should try to keep more of a low profile. His question just now reminded Skulduggery of exactly how new to free will Gabe was, and how incredibly familiar he was with orders. Ultimatums.
Of course, all that being said, the Archangel did make a promise. Skulduggery would just have to help him keep it.
"It's when you're feeling better that you need to take the most rest," Skulduggery told him, painfully aware of exactly what he would do in a similar situation. What anyone would do. "Just stick with appearing human for now, and we'll see how things go."
He didn't mention that Myron hadn't exactly been the friendliest or most likable of people. It would probably mean very little to the Archangel, anyway.
"What would you do for him?" Fletcher asked. "If you could, I mean? Could you seal the name?"
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Ghastly shook... Dad's... hand when he offered it, and nodded in agreement. He knew the feeling. Ireland, in particular, had changed beyond recognition in the last century.
And the man was, apparently, definitely a sorcerer. Someone who had taken multiple names? It explained 'Dad,' anyway. Ghastly had heard stranger names than that. But even sorcerers were bound by the same physical laws as mortals, and Dad... just didn't seem to be affected by any of the alcohol yet. Ghastly might have thought he was a little under, at least, until he saw the next drink disappear in far too short a time.
Short of some form of magic, Ghastly was beginning to think that this just wasn't possible, or that some kind of cheating was going on. But he gave the man the benefit of the doubt and finished his own drink, definitely properly hazy by the time he finished it. "And why here?" he asked, indicating the bar with the same wide gesture Dad had used a short time ago, but with much less enthusiasm. "This isn't exactly a prime tourist attraction."
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Of course, all that being said, the Archangel did make a promise. Skulduggery would just have to help him keep it.
"It's when you're feeling better that you need to take the most rest," Skulduggery told him, painfully aware of exactly what he would do in a similar situation. What anyone would do. "Just stick with appearing human for now, and we'll see how things go."
He didn't mention that Myron hadn't exactly been the friendliest or most likable of people. It would probably mean very little to the Archangel, anyway.
"What would you do for him?" Fletcher asked. "If you could, I mean? Could you seal the name?"
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Ghastly shook... Dad's... hand when he offered it, and nodded in agreement. He knew the feeling. Ireland, in particular, had changed beyond recognition in the last century.
And the man was, apparently, definitely a sorcerer. Someone who had taken multiple names? It explained 'Dad,' anyway. Ghastly had heard stranger names than that. But even sorcerers were bound by the same physical laws as mortals, and Dad... just didn't seem to be affected by any of the alcohol yet. Ghastly might have thought he was a little under, at least, until he saw the next drink disappear in far too short a time.
Short of some form of magic, Ghastly was beginning to think that this just wasn't possible, or that some kind of cheating was going on. But he gave the man the benefit of the doubt and finished his own drink, definitely properly hazy by the time he finished it. "And why here?" he asked, indicating the bar with the same wide gesture Dad had used a short time ago, but with much less enthusiasm. "This isn't exactly a prime tourist attraction."