[Ghastly honestly cannot tell how serious Kratos is. Last night. Last night. That has to be a new record for learning English.]

Try him on Gaeilge next, why don't you.

[He'd like to see Kratos learn that fast. Ghastly runs a hand back over his scars, thinking. Trying to figure out what the hell he's supposed to do with them, for one.]

Alien angel from outer space. ... Right. You can sit, Kratos. There aren't any threats here, and if there were it'd be the host's responsibility to get up first.

[He hates you, Skulduggery.]

Tea?