Skulduggery sits back in his chair, throwing one arm over the back. "Well... Everything is technically from the captain aboard the ship, isn't it? And I'll have you know, my tailor is beyond reproach. Not only are his suits practically impenetrable, but they never wrinkle, and the fabric is always of the highest quality."

For a moment, he allows himself to feel just a little bit guilty for leading Max on like this. Then, he just wishes Ghastly Bespoke were here in person to get a load of this shit.

"That didn't take you long, did it?" he asks, surprised. What a lucky coincidence! "After all that worrying about there not being a dry cleaner's. ...I guess just chucking it might seem unfair, then, given your circumstances. I mean, if it were a suit. But I'm not going to be wearing any clothes that may be gifts from the captain." He laughs, "That's third date sort of stuff."

Ohhhh, he wonders if it'd be pushing it to just suggest they bet for it. No. No, if he pushes, it'll be suspicious. He's fairly certain Max is the sort of person to prefer gambling and dealing over outright asking for something, and if he really wants the package, well, they've got cards right in front of them. (Part of Skulduggery worries he might just ask for it outright; if he does that, then it'll turn into a terrible gift, instead of a hilarious prank, and it'll make him an awful friend instead of a hilarious one.)