"The sorcerers in my world don't know either," Gabriel told Fletcher gently, as if that would reassure him, and without his meaning to his gaze slid sideways to Valkyrie. "They have their own legends, of course, but only a handful recently discovered how true they were."

Then the Archangel's attention turned back to where Skulduggery was, quite obviously, teasing his friends, and his brow furrowed a little. He opened his mouth to correct the detective regarding his Master's presence, then closed it again, because this wasn't the time and it was doubtful Skul would be convinced this time either. (That didn't mean Gabriel was going to stop trying. Just that, on this occasion, he chose to pass over the assumption that there was more than one God and He wasn't, in any way, present.)

Instead he smiled at Ghastly as the man looked him up and down, friendly and welcoming and trying to be as unthreatening as possible (as if he had to try at all). That smile broke into a happy grin as the tailor offered him his hand, and Gabriel took it firmly.

"It was my pleasure," he said, and meant it in spite of everything, the sincerity clear in his voice. Then he laughed, the sound this time full and light in comparison to what it had been before. "And we don't really stand on ceremony all that much, to be honest." He winked at Fletcher. "It would get in the way of the fun."