Gabriel almost choked. He dropped his chin and the cowboy hat shaded his face, but his shoulders shook with the sudden laughter he was trying, very hard, not to let out. The Archangel hadn't quite managed it before he raised his face again, humour shining in his eyes and face creased with mirth.

"Well, you are unfairly biased, Skul," he pointed out, leaning on Skul's shoulder like he was lounging rather than needing the support (not that he actively needed it anymore). "But I'm pretty fond of some of those biases, m'self."

He inclined his head just slightly toward Davina Marr, catching Skulduggery's eye, and for a moment his expression flickered to seriousness. With the eye-contact and hand-contact both, telepathy was not exactly telepathy, and much easier on his head. 'Careful of her, Skul. She's already damned.'

It was important for him to know just how far Marr had fallen, how dangerous she could be. Guild was on a bad track, but there was still a chance there. Marr ... there was no hope for her. And that meant she would be unrestrained, and entirely biased, and in all the worst ways while she dealt with them.