"You do that," Skulduggery replied evenly, "and I quit. Simple as that."
As a matter of fact, Gabe had turned up in the middle of the night, purportedly worried about Skulduggery growing bored with Solomon asleep all night, and no one else to talk to. Since Skulduggery wasn't quite used to protection work, and he grew bored rather easily, Gabe's concern wasn't too far off the mark. And the angel's offered presence was very much appreciated.
Their conversation grew long and varied, only occasionally touching relevant topics, very little of it abundantly noteworthy. In fact, there was only one instance Skulduggery could think of - when he asked about Jonah and the whale. He'd been teasing Gabe about it in the same way Rafe had, and accidentally struck a nerve. Convinced that he couldn't do anything right, the Archangel descended into a forlorn state of miserable self-pity. It was surprisingly difficult to see an angel like that - particularly one who made such an adorable and carefree dog - so Skulduggery hugged him. Only to discover, from the sudden blossoming of smug happiness in Gabe's soul, that he'd been tricked into that very reaction.
It probably had something to do with why Skulduggery looked unknowingly smug to Solomon this morning. Gabe was learning. And quickly, too; already, he could fool the skeleton detective. That was a feat in and of itself.
For now, though, Skulduggery tilted his head in acknowledgment. "I might have to assign someone else to this. I forgot how boring watching someone sleep was. Any particular preference?"
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As a matter of fact, Gabe had turned up in the middle of the night, purportedly worried about Skulduggery growing bored with Solomon asleep all night, and no one else to talk to. Since Skulduggery wasn't quite used to protection work, and he grew bored rather easily, Gabe's concern wasn't too far off the mark. And the angel's offered presence was very much appreciated.
Their conversation grew long and varied, only occasionally touching relevant topics, very little of it abundantly noteworthy. In fact, there was only one instance Skulduggery could think of - when he asked about Jonah and the whale. He'd been teasing Gabe about it in the same way Rafe had, and accidentally struck a nerve. Convinced that he couldn't do anything right, the Archangel descended into a forlorn state of miserable self-pity. It was surprisingly difficult to see an angel like that - particularly one who made such an adorable and carefree dog - so Skulduggery hugged him. Only to discover, from the sudden blossoming of smug happiness in Gabe's soul, that he'd been tricked into that very reaction.
It probably had something to do with why Skulduggery looked unknowingly smug to Solomon this morning. Gabe was learning. And quickly, too; already, he could fool the skeleton detective. That was a feat in and of itself.
For now, though, Skulduggery tilted his head in acknowledgment. "I might have to assign someone else to this. I forgot how boring watching someone sleep was. Any particular preference?"