"Yoink!" The moment one of Larrikin's wrists were free, he reached forward, grinning, so he could prod the sigils one last time. Barely a moment after the disguise retracted it sprang up again. "No," Larrikin said cheerfully, and prodded Skulduggery's cheek, and then tugged his hair. "Why? Was I meant to? Did I get shortchanged? I object. I object strenuously. Hey, what'll happen if I put my finger in your eye now that you've got eyes?"