Skulduggery had never been a very religious man, even back in the 1600's when everyone he knew was either Protestant or Catholic. He'd only recently acknowledged the existence of the Faceless Ones, and that was solely because they'd been trying to kill him for three years straight. Succeeded, in the end, but Skulduggery clamped down that thought before it could go anywhere else. Years of forcing his anger down had made controlling his thoughts almost too easy.

But the detective still prized himself on general knowledge of the world religions, and so while he wasn't completely in the dark facing the task of creating a Catholic rosary, he also had no clue where to start. "I must admit," he told Gabe while he absentmindedly practiced twirling the string in between his fingers, "I don't know much about rosary-making, and I don't have my normal dexterity." After a pause, Skulduggery's lips almost twitched up into a smile. "I am, however, a quick learner and a genius. That should more than make up for it."