Corrival squinted in the general direction of the curtains. "Bespoke and Low are using 'em. I'd ask exactly what they're doing back there, because I can't quite see, but I'm not sure I want to know. I don't suppose I can request angelic healing too?"
Rafe-the-Labrador lifted his head and whimpered, slitting puppy eyes open at Michael. He didn't even need to talk.
On Skulduggery's lap, the cat's fur ruffled with irritation and Gabe's curled form drew in tighter as if the action would block out the noise. A thin, unhappy mew still rose up from the depths of the bundle of fur.
Solomon found himself with a hand over his mouth and a grumpy order given into his shoulder. He quirked an amused eyebrow up at Michael as the angel approached, and although Erskine's initial movement was almost violent, when he relaxed his hand went slack against Solomon's lips. There was a tickle just behind Solomon's ears; if it hadn't been behind both, he might have thought it was Erskine's breathing, but out of the corner of his eyes he saw a dual ripple as Michael spoke the words of that ridiculous title Erskine and Dex had saddled him with.
Almost certainly a spell.
"Michael, you have rescued me from the frustrating patience of out-waiting the Reveller until he tired of his prank," he said, his words muffled through the hand still over his mouth. "Reveller, if you were so intent on my service, you could have at least waited until I was awake. I may have to demand recompense for emotional damages."
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Rafe-the-Labrador lifted his head and whimpered, slitting puppy eyes open at Michael. He didn't even need to talk.
On Skulduggery's lap, the cat's fur ruffled with irritation and Gabe's curled form drew in tighter as if the action would block out the noise. A thin, unhappy mew still rose up from the depths of the bundle of fur.
Solomon found himself with a hand over his mouth and a grumpy order given into his shoulder. He quirked an amused eyebrow up at Michael as the angel approached, and although Erskine's initial movement was almost violent, when he relaxed his hand went slack against Solomon's lips. There was a tickle just behind Solomon's ears; if it hadn't been behind both, he might have thought it was Erskine's breathing, but out of the corner of his eyes he saw a dual ripple as Michael spoke the words of that ridiculous title Erskine and Dex had saddled him with.
Almost certainly a spell.
"Michael, you have rescued me from the frustrating patience of out-waiting the Reveller until he tired of his prank," he said, his words muffled through the hand still over his mouth. "Reveller, if you were so intent on my service, you could have at least waited until I was awake. I may have to demand recompense for emotional damages."