"I thought Skulduggery was showing you how to be cruel," Erskine mused. "You mean to tell me he isn't slowly corrupting you? What sort of a relationship is this?"
"The sort we're not answering questions about," Skulduggery told him.
"Why not? I'm sure people like the Pope would love to know." Erskine smirked. "That's prime blackmail material, actually. You two could change the face of the world if you slip up. Does Valkyrie know?"
Unlike Gabe and Merlin, Skulduggery had no idea who or what Erskine's first love was. Or at least, he didn't know enough details to be able to use it in any fashion. He did, however, know about some of Erskine's more questionable conquests, from tales told around the campfire at night. And if Erskine wasn't very careful, Skulduggery would start using those.
When a roll of his eyes was Skulduggery's only reply, Erskine hesitated before sighing dramatically. "Ah, well. I might just be your superior, soon enough. I could always order details."
Skulduggery shot him a smile, and reveled in the fact that he could now actually shoot smiles at people, rather than bullets. "Are you sure you'd want them?"
That, predictably, stopped Erskine in his tracks. He stared blankly for a moment, then struggled to form words. "You're not actually - you're not really - are you? No. No, you're not. You can't be. For God's sake - "
And Erskine froze again, leaving Skulduggery to chuckle quietly while he tried to regain some semblance of composure.
"Right. Yes. Well, Corrival just called, and we're electing a government tomorrow afternoon at 5. Usual place. Naturally, you're both expected to be there, as official agents of the Sanctuary, and I will try very hard not to, uh... take the Lord's name in vain again."
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"The sort we're not answering questions about," Skulduggery told him.
"Why not? I'm sure people like the Pope would love to know." Erskine smirked. "That's prime blackmail material, actually. You two could change the face of the world if you slip up. Does Valkyrie know?"
Unlike Gabe and Merlin, Skulduggery had no idea who or what Erskine's first love was. Or at least, he didn't know enough details to be able to use it in any fashion. He did, however, know about some of Erskine's more questionable conquests, from tales told around the campfire at night. And if Erskine wasn't very careful, Skulduggery would start using those.
When a roll of his eyes was Skulduggery's only reply, Erskine hesitated before sighing dramatically. "Ah, well. I might just be your superior, soon enough. I could always order details."
Skulduggery shot him a smile, and reveled in the fact that he could now actually shoot smiles at people, rather than bullets. "Are you sure you'd want them?"
That, predictably, stopped Erskine in his tracks. He stared blankly for a moment, then struggled to form words. "You're not actually - you're not really - are you? No. No, you're not. You can't be. For God's sake - "
And Erskine froze again, leaving Skulduggery to chuckle quietly while he tried to regain some semblance of composure.
"Right. Yes. Well, Corrival just called, and we're electing a government tomorrow afternoon at 5. Usual place. Naturally, you're both expected to be there, as official agents of the Sanctuary, and I will try very hard not to, uh... take the Lord's name in vain again."