To be fair to Skulduggery, Raphael was pacing the room like a prowling panther himself. The Archangel's energy wasn't precisely restless or nervous, but it wasn't subsiding and it infected the room. Even Kenspeckle was looking distracted from his attempts to return to his work. Merlin was sitting on the lone chair, legs and arms crossed, staring up at the ceiling and tapping his fingers on his arms.

Rafe turned at the question, his eyes distant for a moment before he blinked and actually looked at Skulduggery. "They aren't mutually inclusive things. Not always. Just like any other trait or experience, it depends upon how much a person's magic defines them. But, Skulduggery, a person's soul is the sum of them. It tells us everything--even their magic. How easy the details of their magic is to see is only dependant upon how important it was, or is, in creating the person they are. As is everything else."