Anton gave Skulduggery an impressively blank look, though to someone who knew him well there was a tiny glint in his eyes. Malicant couldn't demean Larrikin's memory so easily. Larrikin demeaned himself well enough for anyone, and didn't care.

"No," he said firmly, "Larrikin would have remained continuously disappointed." Particularly with the fact that Anton had had Dante in his bed and declined to take advantage, or make an offer. Larrikin would just have to get over it.

There were shouts from up ahead, like others possessed, and Anton abandoned the conversation to break into a jog.