The sudden regard directed at him made Solomon tense again, just short of actually flinching, but there wasn't as much heat in it as he was expecting. There was surprise, and wariness, and curiosity. A desire to know all the details so he could round everything out, fill in all the gaps, and make sure he could react properly to surprises.

That and Erskine didn't care enough about Solomon to get angry. Which was relieving ... and oddly disappointing at once.

Solomon exhaled slowly again. "It's not something I generally think about and it's not something I've ever been able to replicate. I'm not powerful enough to manage it without an acute driving force." He glanced toward Skulduggery. "Like being terrified beyond all reason. I wasn't even sure what I was doing at the time. It's only afterward that I found out just what had happened, and then I couldn't say anything. It's a Death Bringer ability. The Temple's perception of Death Bringers doesn't have a scaling system. If they'd lumped me in with Vile ..."

Solomon shook his head. "If I wanted to be saved from dying, that was the exact wrong way to go about it." He lifted an eyebrow, summoning his calm and pushing away as much of everything else as he could. It was getting disturbingly familiar. "If it makes you feel better, Reveller, I highly doubt I'm going to go off on a rampage with it. There's nothing here quite scary enough to prod me into it. Except perhaps your singing."