Descry raised his hand in far steadier imitation of his son. "You do remember something about one of them licking the other's ear last night. Whether or not it's accurate is another matter."

"Is it?" Dexter asked lazily, opening one eye now his head no longer pounded. He still didn't try to move Rover off him. In fact, Rover had mumbled a 'thank God, and Archangels', and snuggled more deeply into Dexter's side. Anton had struggled to his feet, his sharp eyes watching Michael's back. What, exactly, he was thinking of new angels, it was hard to tell for anyone who couldn't actively read his soul.

Descry's lips twitched up. "Maybe a little."

"I seem to recall that too," Corrival mumbled. "And I think I'm with Ravel on this one. I could have done with pictures on that."

"It would explain why his hair's all mussed up," Anton pointed out, having made it successfully to his feet.

Gabe was still purring, but more quietly, and he'd snuggled more deeply, as if with embarrassment, into Skulduggery's neck.