"Nothing helpful, then." Skulduggery looks back out at the sea. The problem is that he can't quite tell if Quintus keeps so secretive because he's been told to, or if the baby turtle genuinely doesn't know the answers to the questions. Maliciousness, or innocence; it could be either one.

He's inclined to believe the latter, but he would admit to a certain bias.

A moment later, and Skulduggery's curiosity gets the better of him. "Games? What games?"