So basically Paddy should treat Skulduggery the same as anyone else when it came to eating. Probably with even less consideration, because as he understood it, the skin was a fairly recent development. When was the last time Skulduggery ate anything? The last time he could taste, or properly enjoy a mug of tea? He'd probably leap at the chance for a home cooked dinner. Having reached that conclusion, Paddy filed the subject away and tried not to think about it again.

"There's nothing to apologise for," he said, genuinely befuddled by Solomon's choice to do so. "It's not as if you meant to. I just need a little bit longer than a week to take everything in."

Although, Paddy was doing better than he thought, judging by the way he managed to explain things to Sean without feeling like he was telling the boy a fantasy story. There was something about seeing a living skeleton in the flesh, as it were, that solidified any sense of surrealism he'd been feeling beforehand.

Ironic though that probably was.

"Maybe a lot longer than a week," he added quietly. "But I'll get there. Sean's probably going to help. Now, you had something you wanted to talk about?"

Solomon hadn't specifically said so, but it was fairly obvious from the ex-Necromancer's demeanour. Not to mention the fact that he felt like he had to apologise for Dexter. He was clearly feeling guilty over something.