"Yeah, I do!" Sean bounded over almost immediately, delaying only the amount of time it took to stumble into a standing position and trip over his own feet. Paddy laughed in parts at the spectacle, and at the idea of Skulduggery wearing a judge's wig - in either form, human or skeleton. It was good to see that even sorcerers with the weight of the world on their shoulders were able to have a little fun. By the sounds of it, they knew how to have fun better than most normal politicians did. Perhaps that was because they had the weight of the world on their shoulders.

"I'm going to assume that wasn't his own idea?" Paddy asked of both Dexter and Solomon. He'd only known the detective for a week, but it was fairly obvious Skulduggery wouldn't have put something like that on and let pictures get taken without a very good reason. "We've been fine. Sean hasn't been able to restrain himself all day. And a hearty thanks to you, Dexter, his mother still isn't happy with me. She's been demanding to know who you are."

"That's not a skeleton," said Sean, disappointed. "That can't be a fake skin. It looks way too real. When can I meet him?"