Erskine smiled grimly. "Just a bit." He hadn't missed the way Anton's head tilted toward them, in a way very reminiscent of Skulduggery - just another reminder of how many little ways they influenced each other over the years. It felt very much like a sudden punch to the gut, that headtilt.

"Corrival says hello," he continued, for a lack of anything more useful to say. "Bliss probably does, too. How're things over here?"

Now that they were actually standing in the Hotel, facing Anton, Erskine had no clue what he wanted. Back in the Sanctuary, all he'd wanted was a safe haven, and the Hotel was the first place to spring to mind. Now that they were actually here, now that he was realising they needed to tell Anton about Satan, Erskine was almost at a loss. He'd wanted the safe haven he believed only the Hotel could provide. Now, it seemed more like they were the ones intruding on a safe haven, and bringing everything that was wrong with the world into it. Suddenly, Erskine felt like he was the one who was being selfish.

Yeah. They had to tell Anton. But Erskine would rather not go swinging through the doors with the news, if he could help it.