I can't take the phone because Corrival asked for you, remember? Like it or not, Ghastly, you're our translator today.

You're like a computer.

[When Valkyrie gets hold of an old bone, she doesn't stop chewing it until she gets her answers. Don't mind her.

When Skulduggery speaks again, there's a tightness in his voice.] Although, given the precarious nature of our political state, perhaps we should hang up now and go speak to Corrival later. Anyone can listen in on a phone call.

Hang on, no, wait -- demons?