"Well, let's see." Dexter leaned back in his chair, and put his feet up on Corrival's desk. Corrival grunted and pulled some of his paperwork further away, but didn't actually stop him. Dexter grinned. "Probably just as soon as Skulduggery stops sulking and they rejoin us authoritative folk. Apparently it's a soul-connection, quote unquote, literally. Yes, an Archangel is responsible for the red Dublin fiasco, although he-slash-she claims it's actually Fletcher there's fault for suggesting it."

He pointed to the Teleporter. Corrival eyed him thoughtfully. "You painted Dublin red without anyone catching you on camera? Either you're even more talented than I thought or you were both cheating by using the Archangel's powers."

"They're supposed to be subtle but they can apparently choose, and frequently do choose, not to be," Dexter continued apparently without paying attention to Corrival's aside. "Skulduggery first met his boyfriend in an alternate dimension, and yes, I'm totally sure he is in fact under a spell. The spell of true love."

He crooned the last. Corrival threw a pillow at him, hitting him full in the face, but Dexter was too busy laughing to care.