The corner of his mouth turns up in a smirk. “I’ll see what I can do. Otherwise, we shall have to settle for revenge via hair accessory.”

Palamedes sets the bone aside, and with it, the matter of Skulduggery Pleasant, the murders committed by his alter ego, and all discussion of what punishment he may or may not deserve. “Ah, yes! You’ll find this interesting.” He gestures her over to where his blood samples are laid out. “We know that food doesn’t rot and materials like wood and metal don’t seem to degrade, right? I was wondering what that meant for living human cells. The results are absolutely fascinating.”