Only eighteen. Des allowed himself a moment of incredulity that he was actually okay with that compared to the alternative, and resolved to sit Fletcher down at some point in the near future to have a serious father-to-potential-boyfriend talk. Stephanie was still a teenager, there was still a three-year age gap, and firm rules still had to be followed. More firm rules, now that magic was part of the equation.
If Desmond had his way, they wouldn't even be allowed to hold hands for the first month. Unfortunately, Melissa would probably overrule him there.
Stephanie laughed. "No. I'm not a blonde cheerleader, I've never killed a vampire, and I've never choked on dust. I don't think vampires even turn to dust. Do they?"
"I've never known one to, no," Skulduggery replied. "And technically, you have."
"Known one to turn to dust?"
"Killed one. Or a few dozen."
For the third time in so many minutes, Des twisted around in his seat, and was only mildly placated to see Stephanie looking just as confused as he felt. "I have?"
"Well, they weren't technically vampires. Not yet. But you led them into the sea all on your own."
Comprehension dawned, and Stephanie's face turned red. "That wasn't - they weren't - they weren't vampires, they were just - he's exaggerating. He does that a lot. It wasn't even that dangerous. They were like little puppies. Little puppies that were allergic to seawater."
Desmond decided that, like a lot of other things tonight, he really didn't want to know. He just didn't want it to happen ever again. "Will you both do us a favour and... not tell stories, just yet?" he asked quietly. "I still have the numbing shock to get over before I can get properly angry."
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Only eighteen. Des allowed himself a moment of incredulity that he was actually okay with that compared to the alternative, and resolved to sit Fletcher down at some point in the near future to have a serious father-to-potential-boyfriend talk. Stephanie was still a teenager, there was still a three-year age gap, and firm rules still had to be followed. More firm rules, now that magic was part of the equation.
If Desmond had his way, they wouldn't even be allowed to hold hands for the first month. Unfortunately, Melissa would probably overrule him there.
Stephanie laughed. "No. I'm not a blonde cheerleader, I've never killed a vampire, and I've never choked on dust. I don't think vampires even turn to dust. Do they?"
"I've never known one to, no," Skulduggery replied. "And technically, you have."
"Known one to turn to dust?"
"Killed one. Or a few dozen."
For the third time in so many minutes, Des twisted around in his seat, and was only mildly placated to see Stephanie looking just as confused as he felt. "I have?"
"Well, they weren't technically vampires. Not yet. But you led them into the sea all on your own."
Comprehension dawned, and Stephanie's face turned red. "That wasn't - they weren't - they weren't vampires, they were just - he's exaggerating. He does that a lot. It wasn't even that dangerous. They were like little puppies. Little puppies that were allergic to seawater."
Desmond decided that, like a lot of other things tonight, he really didn't want to know. He just didn't want it to happen ever again. "Will you both do us a favour and... not tell stories, just yet?" he asked quietly. "I still have the numbing shock to get over before I can get properly angry."