All at once, Skulduggery found himself wishing he wasn't wearing the skin. No one ever felt obliged to return the eye contact of an eyeless skull, because you could never be sure of what exactly the eyeless skull was looking at. But with a definite twinkling set of eyes, Skulduggery couldn't quite bring himself to look over at the Gist-user. Fine was enough. Fine was much more than enough.
Saracen leaned up into a sitting position just long enough to do Skulduggery's staring for him, and then the sorcerer slumped back down on top of his father. "Let me get this straight. I'm assuming everyone in this room knows, since we're being so casual about it. So I have two very important questions. First, how come Anton's the only one who held a grudge?" Saracen waved a finger in Descry's face. "You promised hellfire and brimstone if word ever got out."
Erskine wrapped his arms around Anton's midsection and squeezed, putting his chin on the Gist-user's shoulder. "Thank you," he murmured, where no one but Skulduggery with his relatively sharp hearing caught the words. "All your Hotel guests are still alive, right?"
"And the second question," Saracen continued. This time he twisted towards Gabe, laying eyes on the Archangel properly for the first time since Gabe's appearance. "How on Earth do you have feelings for him? I'm assuming you have feelings for him. I'm assuming this isn't a one-way street."
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All at once, Skulduggery found himself wishing he wasn't wearing the skin. No one ever felt obliged to return the eye contact of an eyeless skull, because you could never be sure of what exactly the eyeless skull was looking at. But with a definite twinkling set of eyes, Skulduggery couldn't quite bring himself to look over at the Gist-user. Fine was enough. Fine was much more than enough.
Saracen leaned up into a sitting position just long enough to do Skulduggery's staring for him, and then the sorcerer slumped back down on top of his father. "Let me get this straight. I'm assuming everyone in this room knows, since we're being so casual about it. So I have two very important questions. First, how come Anton's the only one who held a grudge?" Saracen waved a finger in Descry's face. "You promised hellfire and brimstone if word ever got out."
Erskine wrapped his arms around Anton's midsection and squeezed, putting his chin on the Gist-user's shoulder. "Thank you," he murmured, where no one but Skulduggery with his relatively sharp hearing caught the words. "All your Hotel guests are still alive, right?"
"And the second question," Saracen continued. This time he twisted towards Gabe, laying eyes on the Archangel properly for the first time since Gabe's appearance. "How on Earth do you have feelings for him? I'm assuming you have feelings for him. I'm assuming this isn't a one-way street."