"You tried to set me on fire," Ava reminds him, her modulated voice not properly conveying the sharpness of her tone.

"Trying to deflect questioning through guilt, classic tactic of an imposter." She's not falling for it! "If Skulduggery is being held hostage somewhere," she wraps her other arm over his shoulder, around his neck, flashing her new claws inches from his face. They glow dangerously, and she actually has no idea what they're capable of.

"I will tear you apart to find him. But. If you were actually Skulduggery with a face lift," she pauses, because that sounds so absurd. Yet she knows he's apparently had other skulls before. "You'd understand the desperate importance of this situation. So. Prove it."