Gabe. Tenebrae's gaze never moved from Gabe's methodical search of the office, even though he never explicitly made his displeasure known. The High Priest wasn't foolish enough to leave anything important out, so there wasn't any real need to worry. Still, Tenebrae felt a thin vein of distaste as he watched, and a sudden flare of anger each time Gabe touched something, which he almost instantly dispelled.

The stranger was a lot like Skulduggery Pleasant, but in all the annoying ways. The way he talked, for example, like every single word he was saying held the utmost importance. The way he danced around his point, delaying it, taking joy in making others have to wait. The confidence, of course, went without saying. But there was even a hint of that utter, utter smugness Tenebrae detested so much.

"Is that so?" Despite himself, Tenebrae smiled back at Gabe, leaning comfortably against the back of the chair with his arms folded. "I have to say, I doubt that very much. But please. Impress me."