And there it was again. Gabe hadn't directly said or done anything to cause suspicion so far - in fact, most of what he said seemed to align with Skulduggery's own thoughts on things. But even so... it was like that earlier distrust grew right alongside the approval, and it refused to be ignored. Skulduggery's detective instincts were tightly honed, and didn't lie to him very often. There wasn't much he could do about it right now, apart from continue to ask questions and hope he somehow eventually recognized Gabe from a piece of fiction, as unlikely as that was beginning to look.

"An older brother," he replied. "And several younger brothers and sisters, too." Any of whom he hadn't seen in centuries, either. That was what really unnerved Skulduggery about this place; not only that his past was suddenly dredged up far too often, but that he wasn't as reluctant to talk about it as he usually was. "Where did you live?"