"Angels notice everything," said Skulduggery flatly. "They just pick and choose what to pay attention to. Or so Gabe has said before, and to be honest, I didn't really believe him then either." Prayers, perhaps, worked that way. Skulduggery couldn't quite imagine fielding hundreds of thousands of individual requests for help in the same second, but he also wasn't an angel.
Otherwise, Gabe was perfectly capable of being oblivious. Had he actually acted like a ridiculously old angel at the Institute, Skulduggery might have pegged him for it a lot earlier.
"Could I... withdraw that?" Barney asked. "I don't really think I want him driving my car."
It was interesting, how Barney hadn't even considered that he maybe should be deferring to the angels' judgment. Oh, there were moments he balked, but more out of shock than any sort of genuine realisation. That penny had to drop pretty soon. And in the spirit of that penny dropping, Skulduggery considered it imperative that Barney not be left alone with Rafe for any extended period of time.
Which worked out perfectly, because assuming Fletcher would take Corrival back to the Sanctuary, two people wouldn't quite fit in the Bentley. At least one of the two who went with Barney and Rafe would have to know how to handle Rafe, though, so the choice came down to either Gabe or Merlin. And Skulduggery preferred Gabe in the Bentley because yes, fine, he was biased.
"The numbers might work out better if they didn't notice us leaving," he mused out loud. "Alas, I don't particularly feel like being damned today. Merlin, would you mind keeping Barney sane?" Skulduggery stepped closer to take over as Solomon's cane, lowering his voice at the same time. "Try to keep Rafe from launching into any childhood stories about the Devil? Something tells me that wouldn't go over too well."
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Otherwise, Gabe was perfectly capable of being oblivious. Had he actually acted like a ridiculously old angel at the Institute, Skulduggery might have pegged him for it a lot earlier.
"Could I... withdraw that?" Barney asked. "I don't really think I want him driving my car."
It was interesting, how Barney hadn't even considered that he maybe should be deferring to the angels' judgment. Oh, there were moments he balked, but more out of shock than any sort of genuine realisation. That penny had to drop pretty soon. And in the spirit of that penny dropping, Skulduggery considered it imperative that Barney not be left alone with Rafe for any extended period of time.
Which worked out perfectly, because assuming Fletcher would take Corrival back to the Sanctuary, two people wouldn't quite fit in the Bentley. At least one of the two who went with Barney and Rafe would have to know how to handle Rafe, though, so the choice came down to either Gabe or Merlin. And Skulduggery preferred Gabe in the Bentley because yes, fine, he was biased.
"The numbers might work out better if they didn't notice us leaving," he mused out loud. "Alas, I don't particularly feel like being damned today. Merlin, would you mind keeping Barney sane?" Skulduggery stepped closer to take over as Solomon's cane, lowering his voice at the same time. "Try to keep Rafe from launching into any childhood stories about the Devil? Something tells me that wouldn't go over too well."