Valkyrie was almost completely sure Craven said nothing of the sort, but it made her laugh anyway, even as she wondered if this meant Solomon was going to age now. Age. At the normal rate. She'd never quite realised how accustomed she was getting to sorcerers who'd lived centuries and didn't look a day over 35, and seeing the grey in Solomon's hair was a little more unnerving than she wanted to admit.

Golden soul, she reminded herself. Golden soul. She sort of wished she could see it.

A tiny and selfish part of her wanted to know why Skulduggery got a rainbow soul and Solomon got a gold one and all she got was less black. Valkyrie squashed that part of her before it could make itself too insistent in her mind.

Erskine blinked. "Question? What question? 'Please don't attack us?' I don't remember asking a question." He gestured towards the camera. "Would you like the honours, Valkyrie?"

Valkyrie grinned. "Yep." In lieu of a sharpened shadow to call on, Valkyrie focussed on the camera, held her hand out, and snapped her palm towards it. She'd been aiming just for the camera, and while that broke off, it took a good section of wall with it. She lowered her hand with a sheepish smile. "I've... got a lot of catch-up work to do, I think."