Skulduggery gave him a sideways glance as he lowered himself slowly into the chair, trying to think about anything but the steak he would now have to eat. The man's reaction was enough to garner a little more of Skulduggery's attention; most people only went that speechless upon noticing he was a living skeleton. "Were you expecting someone else?"

Badd had said that people just disappeared occasionally. The man whose name started with a D might have been a friend. Alternatively, perhaps something about Skulduggery's face had caused the shock, although he doubted it was because of how handsome he was. With so many opportunities to find a mirror today passing him by one by one, Skulduggery finally had to wonder if he'd really just forgotten, or if he might - just might - be slightly nervous to see his own reflection. It wouldn't be a man he knew, after all; it would be whoever his new skull belonged to.