Gabriel smiled at him gently, and even as soft as the Archangel was keeping his voice the warmth and assurance in it was obvious. "You could be, my friend, but you're not. Come on."

He rose and pulled Skulduggery up with him, accidentally stepping back onto the hat. With a surprised glance down the Archangel bent and picked it up, dusted it off. It didn't look like the sort of thing that had a place in a city like this, and he held it out to Skulduggery. "Is this yours?"