"They're busy most of this month," Skulduggery replied, deeming a small step closer to be a safe decision now that the initial ice had been broken. "The Hotel occupies an inter-dimensional space, you see. It opens up onto every single Sector in the city at once. The proprietor is building a garage space onto the side, and that's an endeavour which needs both magical and mechanical knowledge. And it's Skulduggery, by the way. Not 'sir'."

Once, a very long time ago, Skulduggery had been a 'sir'. Those days were far behind him, and he preferred keeping it that way.