[Skulduggery has a pretty wide, nebulous field of vision as a skeleton possessed by the spirit of a murdered man, so he manages to keep both his pile of chairs and Steve in sight as he carelessly shoves a rocker into the flameless (for now) pyre.]

Oh. [Literally almost asks "when did you get back?" but he manages to refrain. Something about Steve's expression tells him that would start a whole teenage meltdown that he is not emotionally prepared to handle! (See, he's learning! Growing! Developing!)] Just passing the time with some light redecoration. Well, I say "light," but you have no idea how difficult it's been to get all of these out here. Do me a favor and keep an eye on the pile, will you? They revert back to where they were whenever I look away and there's an ungainly recliner I should have thrown out years ago in here.