Erskine burst out laughing again, nearly falling off his chair in the process. He was close enough to the desk to catch himself on the edge of it, but exhaustion was quickly overtaking him and Erskine knew he wouldn't last much longer. Give him twenty minutes, and he'd drop off to sleep right here.

He wanted to ask what Ghastly thought of their little prank. Erskine dearly wanted to ask what it was like seeing the tailor voluntarily join in the charade - or not so voluntarily, knowing Corrival. But there were more important things to ask about, and Corrival asked them.

Erskine's eyes had slid shut again in his laughter, and even though he was quiet now, his eyes remained closed. "Gabe was a wreck, at first. Like he was falling apart at the seams. Last I saw, though, he was walking around and completely in focus. Giant white wings and everything. His brother..."

Erskine's voice trailed off, almost as if he'd already fallen asleep, but then he smiled weakly. "I don't know what to think of his brother. He's like a mixture between Dexter, Larrikin, and... someone just a tad more serious. I'm a little wary of him, actually. But then, he did take all my magic, so... I'm probably biased." He grew quiet again, watching the darkness of the insides of his eyelids, before opening his mouth once more. "Skulduggery was holding Gabe the entire time. God help me, it was kind of adorable."