That possibility was certainly where Skulduggery had been heading with his train of thought. The problem was, any sorcerer from his world who'd lived even a little longer than the average human didn't really believe in God. It was just absurd to imagine from the viewpoint of someone who might be considered a god themselves by said average human. Skulduggery had never really cared one way or the other, but given that the Faceless Ones' existence was more or less a fact now, he was leaning towards atheism himself.

Gabe clearly wasn't interested in talking about it, so Skulduggery let it slide for the moment. All that was clear right now was that they came from different realities, anyway.

There was a wry smile in Skulduggery's tone as Gabe joined him on the other side of the table. "My instincts are a little rusty," he commented. A few centuries could do that to a person. "But please do." It would have been difficult to say no to a face like that even if Skulduggery hadn't needed the demonstration.