It was probably a good thing Solomon had drunk enough that the barb seemed dull. He'd spent a lifetime actively not caring about Skulduggery's opinion. The whiskey, bad or not, made it easier to not care even knowing what the skeleton said was true.

"You certainly couldn't tell until after the fact," he shot bad, but with less bitterness than if he'd been completely sober. Actually, that reminded him of a question he should probably ask, and he'd never get a better opportunity. "When you used the death-aura, did everything become more solid to you? As though you lived in a different world and you had to make things fit it, or they'd be nonsensical? Chaotic?"