It wasn't a point Skulduggery could argue. Or wanted to argue, frankly. And for once, it wasn't because he couldn't think of a response, or didn't want to respond, or could only agree that yes, he was currently a pretty marvelous person.

It was because he agreed with all of it, and was grateful for the specification.

Skulduggery was still perfectly alert, as well, which meant the hand on his chest wasn't touching his soul at all. At least, not according to his limited knowledge of such things. For a given definition of 'limited,' anyway, since he had been waist-deep in an angel's soul only yesterday. And currently had an angel's memories. And already experienced an angel rummaging through his own soul for a name.

What that meant was his agreement and gratitude came solely from him. No angelic influence. No angelic manipulation. Just a grounding anchor.

Skulduggery nodded once, a final confirmation of Gabe's words, and struggled up past the burn in his illusory gut now linked to Tenebrae and that whole Temple. "I have to say, I think my crowning achievement might just be influencing an Archangel to blackmail. You're a natural. Taking Solomon back without a fight, and without losing the ace up our sleeves? My work here is done."