"Yeah, I'm free," was Fletcher's immediate and slightly eager response. Whether that was because he enjoyed being helpful, or because he was eager for a chance to see Valkyrie, Erskine didn't know and wasn't going to pry. He hoped it was a mixture of both, though.
"Low and Cain?" Saracen, after taking a few moments to regain his balance, managed to ask. "Tanith Low and Valkyrie Cain? I really do pick the best times to come back, don't I?"
"And we'd all love to know how you do that," Erskine muttered. "Saracen - "
"No, no, no. I get to ask the questions right now. Just as soon as I figure out where to start. Let's see..." Saracen walked over to Corrival's desk and hopped up onto it, then leaned forward with an expression several times more eager than Fletcher's was. There was still a noticeable edge of disbelief to it, but the eagerness was slowly taking over. "No, I know exactly where to start. When can I meet whoever Skulduggery is smitten with? And how does that work? He's a skeleton. Maybe Archangels can find a way around that. Listen to me. Archangels. So an Archangel was responsible for the red Dublin fiasco? Aren't they supposed to be subtle? Or is that because they come from an alternate reality? Is that where Skulduggery met them? Are we absolutely sure Skulduggery isn't under some kind of spell? Or curse?"
Erskine had never heard Saracen ask so many questions all at once. Usually, either he knew the answers to his own questions, or he just wasn't interested enough to be so curious.
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"Low and Cain?" Saracen, after taking a few moments to regain his balance, managed to ask. "Tanith Low and Valkyrie Cain? I really do pick the best times to come back, don't I?"
"And we'd all love to know how you do that," Erskine muttered. "Saracen - "
"No, no, no. I get to ask the questions right now. Just as soon as I figure out where to start. Let's see..." Saracen walked over to Corrival's desk and hopped up onto it, then leaned forward with an expression several times more eager than Fletcher's was. There was still a noticeable edge of disbelief to it, but the eagerness was slowly taking over. "No, I know exactly where to start. When can I meet whoever Skulduggery is smitten with? And how does that work? He's a skeleton. Maybe Archangels can find a way around that. Listen to me. Archangels. So an Archangel was responsible for the red Dublin fiasco? Aren't they supposed to be subtle? Or is that because they come from an alternate reality? Is that where Skulduggery met them? Are we absolutely sure Skulduggery isn't under some kind of spell? Or curse?"
Erskine had never heard Saracen ask so many questions all at once. Usually, either he knew the answers to his own questions, or he just wasn't interested enough to be so curious.