"Well, if you don't think that you have the nerve to wear it, I can always help." Grinning hugely, Gabe reached over to pluck the wig off Skulduggery's fist and plopped it on his head. He hummed as he brushed the detective's hair behind his ears, under the wig, straightening its curls until it sat just so.

"Having fun?" Corrival asked, loudly to be heard over the sound of Dexter's snorting giggles. "Should we leave the two of you alone? I was meant to be gone two hours ago anyway."

"Oh, it's up to you," Gabe said cheerfully. "I don't mind putting on a show if Skul doesn't. I can even tame his patronism, if you'd like. That's something of a feat." His hands fell to Skulduggery's shoulders and he squeezed them gently, leaning over him to grin at him from upside-down. "There. What do y'all think?"

"He's gorgeous," Rafe said, straight-faced, before breaking into such laughter that he bent inward on the armchair. Merlin had his hand up to his mouth, not exactly hiding the smile but at least being discreet about it. Just a little bit.

Not enough to hide the dancing amusement in his eyes. "It does suit you, you know, Skulduggery."

"Glad I'm not the only one," Gabe shot back, "so long as no one gives me reason to be jealous. I might have to take measures, if someone made me jealous."