Gabriel's laugh was just a little too well-placed. Valkyrie turned to stare at him, less offended that he might have been reading her mind and more wondering what sort of image he'd gotten; she still couldn't even decide on one. Right now, it was sort of a cross between a skeleton with a long white beard, and then Skulduggery wearing a cowboy hat and holding a teddy bear. At least Gabriel was laughing, so... maybe it was okay? She quickly dug the bottle of holy water out of her pocket and handed it to the Archangel, not sure whether she should try to hide her smile or not.

Fletcher shook his head in disbelief, eyes still amusingly wide. "If that's what you can do when you're hurt..."

"But He would have created the greater sense," Skulduggery argued, seemingly oblivious to every other interaction in the car, silent or otherwise. "And all of the humour that's based off of it. Wouldn't that make His own the primary one? At the very least, if He were common knowledge, it would be the one everyone aspires to. Like sheep." Skulduggery hesitated. "I think I can see why He likes to stay a mystery."