"You are absolutely insane."
He inclines his head politely. "Thank you ever so much for the compliment. I appreciate a great deal, as I am sure you must imagine."
"Crazy. You're a lunatic." The look of vague incredulity has not disappeared, is accompanied by a quick furrow of the brow and a half-humorous twist of the corner of the lips.
"You do praise me so. I am, of course, incredibly flattered, though I know you speak nothing but the truth."
"Skulduggery, I hope you realize how absolutely delusional you are to think that this will work."
"I do not think that this will work, I know that it shall. You really should leave off with all this congratulation, I do believe I understand the gist of it by now."
"You think that the Sanctuary will just let us waltz in there and demand a marriage ceremony on the strength of the fact that we ask them?"
"Yes."
"Just like that?"
"Yes."
"Even though we're both men, there's an age gap of a few centuries and you're dead?"
"Yes."
"You are either a genius or a belong in an asylum."
"I'd prefer to think both, but thank you for that, Fletcher."
A/N: To make up for the Skulduggery-neglect.
~Mademise Morte, December 12