In the end, magic is easily transposed onto a great many analogies. Skulduggery's heard plenty of them before.

He's... more than a little embarrassed to realize he hadn't actually thought about it. Of course, the entire dimension is likely to be destroyed when the captain's done with it. Then again, he hadn't been really thinking about life, life. They'd be constructs, of course. Homunculi designed to look like worms and birds.

"...Well, I wasn't thinking sentient life," he mutters, unable to hide that same-said embarrassment from rearing its head. "I was thinking constructs. Like Friday, or something."