Skulduggery might have objected to Rafe's conclusion but for two reasons - or at least, two reasons Ghastly could think of. First, Rafe was right. Skulduggery didn't care about being inconspicuous. He didn't see a point to being inconspicuous. He'd had to be talked into wearing a disguise around mortals, for God's sake, and he still didn't quite see a point to that.

Second, Gabe was draped over his shoulder, and Ghastly didn't need to be able to see souls to know that Gabe was a very strong anchor for Skulduggery. A source of radiated comfort. That idea was confirmed a moment later when Gabe turned and murmured something into Skulduggery's ear, and it elicited a small smile on Skulduggery's face.

"'That' is embarrassing even by hobo standards," Ghastly retorted, turning his attention almost reluctantly back to Rafe. "'That' will be replaced, whether you want it to be or not. Pick something, or I will make you a white suit with cardboard wings on the back."

Valkyrie couldn't quite stop her face from falling as she accepted her bottle, but then her expression shifted itself into resigned acceptance. "Yeah, okay. Someone needs to be able to take pictures, anyway." She brightened. "And this way I can have blackmail material on my boyfriend."

"Oy," Fletcher grumbled. "What makes you think I'm drinking?"

"Because you wouldn't be you if you didn't, Fletch," Valkyrie informed him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. I won't charge blackmail prices that are too exorbitant."