For the first time since the illusory and off-putting disguise was revealed to them, Erskine found himself sorely wishing Skulduggery was still wearing it. This way, it was impossible to tell what the skeleton's reaction was. Amusement? Embarrassment? Befuddlement? He wasn't so much as tilting his head, and without a tone of voice to go by, it truly was a mystery.
But speaking of the illusory and off-putting disguise, Erskine was going to have to talk to Dex about that later. Sure, it was only an illusion, but it was an illusion created by an Archangel. Skulduggery could even eat with it. Who was to say there weren't... other features? And Dex was the only other person Erskine could imagine theorising about that with - anyone else either wouldn't take him seriously or would take him too seriously. He didn't actually believe Skulduggery was having sex. It was just a fun idea to entertain. Like all their jokes during the war - safe to make, and funny to listen to, because you knew none of it was true. It made the whole thing somehow more adorable, too - not that Erskine would ever mention that out loud. He'd prefer not to be strangled.
By reflex, the new Elder reached out and snatched the bear out of the air. Red fur, perfectly innocent-looking, although you wouldn't have known it with the way Erskine was staring at it.
He looked up at Skulduggery and held the bear out. "Even when I'm not the last to know, I'm the last to know. How is this fair?"
The skeleton's shoulder blades rose up and down in the vague approximation of the shrug of someone whose mind was very much on a different subject than the one they were responding to. "Maybe He's challenging you."
"To what?" Erskine had been joking, for the most part, back at the carnival. The full gravity of what the existence of God actually meant was starting to weigh heavily down on him, and he had no idea what to think. One meeting would have been grand. This... this was almost like Erskine was being singled out. The thought was raw and terrifying. Still holding the bear out, still with only one hand on it like it might be contaminated, he turned back towards Dexter. "What was He like? What did He say about me?"
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But speaking of the illusory and off-putting disguise, Erskine was going to have to talk to Dex about that later. Sure, it was only an illusion, but it was an illusion created by an Archangel. Skulduggery could even eat with it. Who was to say there weren't... other features? And Dex was the only other person Erskine could imagine theorising about that with - anyone else either wouldn't take him seriously or would take him too seriously. He didn't actually believe Skulduggery was having sex. It was just a fun idea to entertain. Like all their jokes during the war - safe to make, and funny to listen to, because you knew none of it was true. It made the whole thing somehow more adorable, too - not that Erskine would ever mention that out loud. He'd prefer not to be strangled.
By reflex, the new Elder reached out and snatched the bear out of the air. Red fur, perfectly innocent-looking, although you wouldn't have known it with the way Erskine was staring at it.
He looked up at Skulduggery and held the bear out. "Even when I'm not the last to know, I'm the last to know. How is this fair?"
The skeleton's shoulder blades rose up and down in the vague approximation of the shrug of someone whose mind was very much on a different subject than the one they were responding to. "Maybe He's challenging you."
"To what?" Erskine had been joking, for the most part, back at the carnival. The full gravity of what the existence of God actually meant was starting to weigh heavily down on him, and he had no idea what to think. One meeting would have been grand. This... this was almost like Erskine was being singled out. The thought was raw and terrifying. Still holding the bear out, still with only one hand on it like it might be contaminated, he turned back towards Dexter. "What was He like? What did He say about me?"