"Really? I can think of several rivers over the centuries which would disagree with you." The response was very nearly absent, because Solomon was regarding the inches of space between Skulduggery's shoes and the ground. That was a trick he'd never seen before. As far as he was aware, no Elemental had learned to actively fly.

Of course, given where Skulduggery had been, that wasn't terribly surprising. The intense desire to escape could create some unique talents.

"That's something you learned with the Faceless Ones, I suppose," he observed a little sourly. "I didn't realise your grudge against Necromancy had extended quite so far as refusing to touch shadows. Rather impractical, isn't it?"

He blatantly ignored the first question. If Skulduggery was asking about this particular fountain, then he was asking for the death that had occurred here. Solomon hadn't tried to sense it too deeply, yet, except that it had been violent and very, very recent. If Pleasant wanted Solomon to help investigate his little project, he'd have to offer a little more than a punch to the jaw.