Erskine was grinning. Amazing, how the objection of one man could change the Elemental's mind so firmly in such a short span of time, but Erskine hadn't taken his eyes off the High Priest while Solomon spoke, and the grin was very definitely there. "Take that," he muttered self-satisfactorily. Tenebrae probably didn't hear, what with the general buzz suddenly filling the room, but Erskine looked pleased with himself anyway.
If Skulduggery was wearing his face, he suspected his smile would have been one of the broadest ones in the room. And that was saying something; not many people may have liked Solomon, but even less liked Tenebrae. And the sight of Tenebrae being practically scolded wasn't exactly doing Solomon's new reputation any harm.
The ex-Necromancer still had a lot of work to do in winning peoples' hearts over, but this wasn't a bad start. And Skulduggery couldn't quite deny enjoying the spectacle.
"Is there any possible way I could decline?" Erskine asked. "And not have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of my life?"
Ghastly clapped Erskine on the shoulder with what looked like a sympathetic smile - sympathetic, that was, to anyone who hadn't known the Dead Men for any great length of time. "Erskine, into every great life, some rain must fall. Sacrifices must be made."
Erskine groaned. "I'd rather lose my skin than have to do this. Alright, fine. I also accept your offer, Crossword Puzzler Extraordinaire. But only if I get to change my title too."
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If Skulduggery was wearing his face, he suspected his smile would have been one of the broadest ones in the room. And that was saying something; not many people may have liked Solomon, but even less liked Tenebrae. And the sight of Tenebrae being practically scolded wasn't exactly doing Solomon's new reputation any harm.
The ex-Necromancer still had a lot of work to do in winning peoples' hearts over, but this wasn't a bad start. And Skulduggery couldn't quite deny enjoying the spectacle.
"Is there any possible way I could decline?" Erskine asked. "And not have to sleep with one eye open for the rest of my life?"
Ghastly clapped Erskine on the shoulder with what looked like a sympathetic smile - sympathetic, that was, to anyone who hadn't known the Dead Men for any great length of time. "Erskine, into every great life, some rain must fall. Sacrifices must be made."
Erskine groaned. "I'd rather lose my skin than have to do this. Alright, fine. I also accept your offer, Crossword Puzzler Extraordinaire. But only if I get to change my title too."