[The reactions are worth it. No amusement shows on Kratos's face, but he's taking some subtle personal pleasure in this, really.]

No. Only one. And not an engine such as Skulduggery's Bentley, no.

[Corrival starts off, as he does, strident.]

You are talking to a bloody angel.

[Look, even he can push his sense of reality only so far.]

What, exactly, are you and that sack of bones you call a best friend planning to do with the bloody angel?!