Ah. That explained why Skulduggery kept looking at the sausage the way he was. "That would make it difficult to eat, yes," Gabriel agreed with a rueful smile. Though that did make him wonder just what Skulduggery had been, if he hadn't needed to eat. Even angels, though they didn't need to eat, did. Then again, Gabriel had found it odd yesterday too. "But you should," he added. "You're going to need as much strength as Landel is willing to offer you."

Then the Archangel paused, looking seriously into Skulduggery's eyes. "I can do better," he said quietly after a moment, and reached for the napkin and the pen clipped to the front of his shirt. (As he pulled it off, it raised his T-shirt a bit--enough to see the cord of Skulduggery's rosary under the collar. Rachel had objected to his having it around his wrist; something about getting it tangled in things and getting in the way.) He wasn't nearly as good an artist as some of his siblings, but his skill would more than suffice. With painstaking patience to keep the napkin from tearing, Gabe sketched the butterfly, side-on so as to show the wing. "Why?" he asked. "Is there some relevance to the shape?"