"Anyone who risks an entire planet to rescue one man deserves to be called irresponsible," Kenspeckle shot back. "God save me from arrogant youngsters." Gabriel, to his credit, managed to keep a straight face as Kenspeckle sighed with resignation, but the Archangel's shoulders quivered. "Fine. Come on, then. I'll bill you later, Pleasant. Flattery's not a wage."
He gave the detective a Look. "But if one single Cleaver or Sanctuary agent turns up outside my door, you can all leave. This is a hospital, not a war-zone."
Ah. Any amusement that had been in Gabriel's expression morphed into sympathetic apology. The last thing he wanted was for more people to get in trouble on his behalf. "Skul, if we're putting the professor in danger, are you certain there's nowhere else to go? Even in another country, if distance is what's needed?"
"Oh, no you don't," Kenspeckle said, pointing at the Archangel. "Pleasant has promised me, not in so many words, a challenge. Those are my terms only. Bespoke, Low, bring him through; let's see what kind of damage you're bringing me this time."
Without waiting for any other response the professor turned on his heel and strode through the door, leading the way to the largest room. Gabriel gazed after him ruefully.
"He's rather opinionated, isn't he," he murmured, taking a ginger step forward to follow and glancing up at Skul. "And he doesn't seem to have a very high opinion of you either. Why is that?" Did he know about Skul's past? Possible, Gabriel supposed, if from a source other than Skulduggery himself.
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He gave the detective a Look. "But if one single Cleaver or Sanctuary agent turns up outside my door, you can all leave. This is a hospital, not a war-zone."
Ah. Any amusement that had been in Gabriel's expression morphed into sympathetic apology. The last thing he wanted was for more people to get in trouble on his behalf. "Skul, if we're putting the professor in danger, are you certain there's nowhere else to go? Even in another country, if distance is what's needed?"
"Oh, no you don't," Kenspeckle said, pointing at the Archangel. "Pleasant has promised me, not in so many words, a challenge. Those are my terms only. Bespoke, Low, bring him through; let's see what kind of damage you're bringing me this time."
Without waiting for any other response the professor turned on his heel and strode through the door, leading the way to the largest room. Gabriel gazed after him ruefully.
"He's rather opinionated, isn't he," he murmured, taking a ginger step forward to follow and glancing up at Skul. "And he doesn't seem to have a very high opinion of you either. Why is that?" Did he know about Skul's past? Possible, Gabriel supposed, if from a source other than Skulduggery himself.