"That really depends on how hard he blushes. I might want something to remember it by." Skulduggery very rarely blushed when Solomon had known him, but it had happened a few times, and enough of those occasions had happened because of Solomon that he knew he could do it. And smirked.

"That," he said with great dignity, "is cheating. If I'm going to humiliate him I'll do it without the help of his boyfriend and his boyfriend's brother. That's far too easy. You can help if you like, however."

They had made their way around the Hotel, coming full circle back to the door. If they'd actually gone out of eyesight, Solomon didn't know it; they had gone up to the edge of the wards and no further, which he could see as a faint ripple, like a heat shimmer, out of the corners of his eyes. He turned away from it toward the Hotel proper, also visible because it was such a magical building.

"I need to get back to the Sanctuary," he said. "The day's not over yet." There was still enough time left in the work-day to fit in a few more interviews, especially since he didn't need to do much other than see people and put a name to the soul. And time was of paramount importance now. He could actually think about it calmly, all the things they needed to do to prepare as much as possible. There were too many avenues Lucifer could use to subvert people--

Solomon stopped short and actually felt himself pale. "Oh. Wonderful."

There was no way Lucifer would miss Lord Vile. And Lord Vile would be his first port of call, no doubt.