If Skulduggery had truly been treating Wreath like he treated the simpletons at the Sanctuary, he would have left by now. But he neglected to mention it, mainly because it wasn't relevant, and partly because his skull was now dripping with whiskey. His suit was getting wet. That was unforgivable.

"I don't suppose you'd let me change first?" Skulduggery asked wryly before unfolding his legs and standing up. "Just a minute." He went to grab a fresh towel from the closet and used it to dry his skull, then pulled it around his neck to try and soak up the worst of the damage dripping down his shirt collar. It didn't work very well, but it would have to do.

"You were teaching Valkyrie necromancy as well," Skulduggery said as he worked, his voice coming out muffled through the towel while he ran it over his face. "To give her the extra power she needed to rescue me. Needless to say, it backfired. I'm not going to tell you how, because that information is Valkyrie's to share, and there is every chance we'll remember our escapades here when we make it back. I told her what the Temple's ultimate goal was, that you were rethinking your position on it, and that necromancy is addictive and she should be careful what she chooses to learn."

He dropped the towel onto the chair and removed his jacket. "Was I wrong?"