Ghastly shook his head. "He wouldn't do that. Skulduggery's a lot of things, but petty isn't one of them."
He paused, caught Tanith's eye, and glanced around at the driver's seat. Skulduggery was already buckling himself in. It was, of course, impossible to tell what the skeleton was really feeling, but Ghastly thought he could detect a good-natured pettiness in his movements.
"But," he amended his earlier judgment, "it would probably be a good idea to buckle yourself in, anyway." He hesitated before pulling on Gabriel's seat belt for him, partly because the Archangel shouldn't move any more than was strictly necessary, and partly because Ghastly wasn't too sure if Gabriel would know what a seat belt was.
The irony of Ghastly needing to help an Archangel at all wasn't lost on him, and it was unnerving. Yes, he decided, slipping into the front passenger's seat. Any of the Sanctuaries finding out about this would not be a good idea.
When everyone was buckled in - Tanith next to Gabriel, Valkyrie and Fletcher in the back - and the van still wasn't moving, Ghastly turned to Skulduggery. "We're all ready."
"I know."
Ghastly observed him levelly, his knuckle on the door handle tightening of its own accord. "Then what are you waiting for?"
"Remind me. Which one is the accelerator pedal again?"
Ghastly froze. "Skulduggery. Maybe I should drive."
"Not a chance, Bespoke. You drive at the average pace of molasses."
"Skul - "
"Molasses. On a hot summer day."
Ghastly hesitated. "You're joking, aren't you?"
"And you should have seen your face." The broad smile was immediately evident in Skulduggery's voice as he put the van smoothly into gear. "Priceless."
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He paused, caught Tanith's eye, and glanced around at the driver's seat. Skulduggery was already buckling himself in. It was, of course, impossible to tell what the skeleton was really feeling, but Ghastly thought he could detect a good-natured pettiness in his movements.
"But," he amended his earlier judgment, "it would probably be a good idea to buckle yourself in, anyway." He hesitated before pulling on Gabriel's seat belt for him, partly because the Archangel shouldn't move any more than was strictly necessary, and partly because Ghastly wasn't too sure if Gabriel would know what a seat belt was.
The irony of Ghastly needing to help an Archangel at all wasn't lost on him, and it was unnerving. Yes, he decided, slipping into the front passenger's seat. Any of the Sanctuaries finding out about this would not be a good idea.
When everyone was buckled in - Tanith next to Gabriel, Valkyrie and Fletcher in the back - and the van still wasn't moving, Ghastly turned to Skulduggery. "We're all ready."
"I know."
Ghastly observed him levelly, his knuckle on the door handle tightening of its own accord. "Then what are you waiting for?"
"Remind me. Which one is the accelerator pedal again?"
Ghastly froze. "Skulduggery. Maybe I should drive."
"Not a chance, Bespoke. You drive at the average pace of molasses."
"Skul - "
"Molasses. On a hot summer day."
Ghastly hesitated. "You're joking, aren't you?"
"And you should have seen your face." The broad smile was immediately evident in Skulduggery's voice as he put the van smoothly into gear. "Priceless."