[There's a couple on the corner who turn at the cracking sound, but they don't see anything beyond the streetlamp flickering. Skulduggery spares them a glance, then decides that might be enough magic demonstration until they're somewhere more isolated. There's only so much mortals can be convinced to overlook.

Control of lightning he's seen before, but not quite like this. Lightning Dave controlled it easily while it was still in his hands, just like Elementals could easily control fire before releasing it. Kratos seemed surprised when it arced to the streetlamp. Either something had happened recently to tamper with his control, or...

... well. It's the elusive alternative explanations Skulduggery is most interested in.]

You're not supposed to answer a question with more questions. That's rude.

[Kratos. Could the man's language be Greek, or Latin?]

I need you to speak a little more. I don't know how to ask you that in a way you'll understand, but odds are it wouldn't matter. You strike me as a very taciturn fellow.

[He pauses briefly to consider; then:] Dicere?

[Speak, in Latin. Maybe it'll be similar enough to the root word in whatever Kratos speaks.]