Skulduggery would have done better directing his question elsewhere, Solomon thought. The Archangel's shoulders were quivering in a very suspicious fashion, and when he looked at the skeleton there was a light in his eyes that made the sorcerer wonder if angels could laugh on another plane while they were attending a physical one.
"I imagine," said Saint Gabriel, suppressed mirth making his voice waver, "that they found your little skit amusing. As did I."
"Only because he went Elemental and refused to set foot on a sailboat until he could manipulate the waves himself," Solomon pointed out, expanding upon Skulduggery's answer as he rearranged his coat to hide the hospital gown. And their tremble. It hadn't left yet, and with the jelly-feeling in his limbs, he could tell he wouldn't be able to push his body much further. Particularly after that display, amusing as it had been.
"I was lying when I said we both fell in the water. He crashed it into the dock, and then we fell into the water. It is," he added, looking up at Skulduggery and lifting an eyebrow, "exceedingly difficult to follow orders which include acting on objects like 'that giant door-knocker thing' and 'those ropes on the far end' when the ship is full of ropes."
In spite of his paleness, his sunken eyes, and the sweat which indicated Solomon was burning out, there was a tiny smirk on the corners of his lips and a gleam in his eyes. "I have to admit, though--we haven't lost our touch."
This time it was Saint Gabriel who laughed, loud and with that kind of melodious laugh that made even passersby have to stop and look and smile. "I think we've earned this story," he said with a dimpled grin at Skulduggery, "but later." The Archangel turned to Paddy and held out his hands, but instead of taking the priest's own Saint Gabriel stepped forward to wrap him in a brief but heartfelt hug instead. "Thank you again, Paddy. Call if you need me--you know how. I'll answer as soon as I can."
It was difficult to see Paddy from where Solomon sat, given the man was behind him. Even Saint Gabriel's action only moved him slightly, not enough for Solomon to properly look. But the sorcerer's hand rest on the soft lump in his pocket, and for a few moments he said nothing. Then, finally, he tilted his head to indicate he was talking behind him and said, "Yes. Thank you."
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"I imagine," said Saint Gabriel, suppressed mirth making his voice waver, "that they found your little skit amusing. As did I."
"Only because he went Elemental and refused to set foot on a sailboat until he could manipulate the waves himself," Solomon pointed out, expanding upon Skulduggery's answer as he rearranged his coat to hide the hospital gown. And their tremble. It hadn't left yet, and with the jelly-feeling in his limbs, he could tell he wouldn't be able to push his body much further. Particularly after that display, amusing as it had been.
"I was lying when I said we both fell in the water. He crashed it into the dock, and then we fell into the water. It is," he added, looking up at Skulduggery and lifting an eyebrow, "exceedingly difficult to follow orders which include acting on objects like 'that giant door-knocker thing' and 'those ropes on the far end' when the ship is full of ropes."
In spite of his paleness, his sunken eyes, and the sweat which indicated Solomon was burning out, there was a tiny smirk on the corners of his lips and a gleam in his eyes. "I have to admit, though--we haven't lost our touch."
This time it was Saint Gabriel who laughed, loud and with that kind of melodious laugh that made even passersby have to stop and look and smile. "I think we've earned this story," he said with a dimpled grin at Skulduggery, "but later." The Archangel turned to Paddy and held out his hands, but instead of taking the priest's own Saint Gabriel stepped forward to wrap him in a brief but heartfelt hug instead. "Thank you again, Paddy. Call if you need me--you know how. I'll answer as soon as I can."
It was difficult to see Paddy from where Solomon sat, given the man was behind him. Even Saint Gabriel's action only moved him slightly, not enough for Solomon to properly look. But the sorcerer's hand rest on the soft lump in his pocket, and for a few moments he said nothing. Then, finally, he tilted his head to indicate he was talking behind him and said, "Yes. Thank you."