"I suppose not," Anton said, with only the faintest of bemused undertones, so faint that only someone who knew him quite well would be able to tell it was there. Then he looked back at Skulduggery with his most piercing gaze, the gaze of someone who knew something was up and intended to follow it. "We will speak later, Skulduggery. Until then."

With Ryder following and chattering behind him, Anton turned to move toward the commons, still bearing the sheets and pillow.