[Kratos deliberates on answering and ultimately doesn't, since Skulduggery does it for him. Instead he waits until the car is silent before opening the door and unfolding himself from the seat, stretching.]

You need bigger back seats.

[Just an idle constructive criticism. In the meantime he looks skyward, eyes half-closed, to feel out the mana around them -- and, particularly, the mana in the man inside the shop in front of which they've stopped. He has the same four-typed cast as Skulduggery -- except for lacking the shadowed balance and the stillness of wholly-maintained undeath.]