Skulduggery stares at Max. It's impossible to tell that he's staring, usually, but at this point in the night I think it's safe to say he's being pretty obvious about it. Something in the way his cervical vertebra moves, followed by a sort of... grinding move of his jaw as he looks down at the shirt in question.

"Hmm."

He lifts a hand and makes a middling gesture. "Care for one more wager?"