"It's too bad he's not awake," Descry murmured. "He's probably earned a celebratory dinner for being initiated into the Dead Men."
"He what?" Dexter squinted at him. "When did this happen?"
"When Erskine decided that fronting up to the armour was more than enough to be classified as a suicide mission," Descry said, "even though he's still refusing to admit the part where he actually likes him. Is there any particular reason for that, Erskine?"
"He is a Necromancer," Anton pointed out.
"Was," Dexter, Corrival and the angels corrected at once. Anton gave them all an unreadable expression before landing on Descry.
"Does it really change that much?"
"In terms of mentality?" Descry shrugged. "They're a cult of people who spend all their time being selfish, terrified and cloistered in an underground labyrinth. The real change in Solomon's mentality came when he left--after he stopped being selfish, terrified and cloistered in an underground labyrinth. So, yes, it makes a difference."
"Hm." Anton said nothing else, but he held open the door for Ghastly to exit first. He was still, Dexter noticed, blatantly ignoring any comments about the armour or Skulduggery.
"Aw." Dexter grinned down at Solomon, reaching for his phone. "He's all asleep and adorable. I think he's even snuggled into your chest, Ghastly. Hang on, lemme get a picture first."
Gabe was laughing. Rafe was grinning hugely. "Have fun, y'all," she drawled. "Gabe and I'll hold down the fort and work on that spell with Merlin. Don't get too drunk, now. I ain't gonna be holdin' a basin tomorrow morning."
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"He what?" Dexter squinted at him. "When did this happen?"
"When Erskine decided that fronting up to the armour was more than enough to be classified as a suicide mission," Descry said, "even though he's still refusing to admit the part where he actually likes him. Is there any particular reason for that, Erskine?"
"He is a Necromancer," Anton pointed out.
"Was," Dexter, Corrival and the angels corrected at once. Anton gave them all an unreadable expression before landing on Descry.
"Does it really change that much?"
"In terms of mentality?" Descry shrugged. "They're a cult of people who spend all their time being selfish, terrified and cloistered in an underground labyrinth. The real change in Solomon's mentality came when he left--after he stopped being selfish, terrified and cloistered in an underground labyrinth. So, yes, it makes a difference."
"Hm." Anton said nothing else, but he held open the door for Ghastly to exit first. He was still, Dexter noticed, blatantly ignoring any comments about the armour or Skulduggery.
"Aw." Dexter grinned down at Solomon, reaching for his phone. "He's all asleep and adorable. I think he's even snuggled into your chest, Ghastly. Hang on, lemme get a picture first."
Gabe was laughing. Rafe was grinning hugely. "Have fun, y'all," she drawled. "Gabe and I'll hold down the fort and work on that spell with Merlin. Don't get too drunk, now. I ain't gonna be holdin' a basin tomorrow morning."