And Max is offguard enough to snap right back, clear ire in his tone, "I took it and I'm keeping it and I think that upholds my end of the bet more than enough."

Because really he should light it on fire right now. In fact the intensity of their glares at each other should probably ignite the polyester just from proximity.

But he manages to calm himself, he's been in more dire negotiations than this before. Even if it comes to blows, he'll electrocute Skulduggery, Skulduggery will shoot fireballs at him; then they'll both wake up fine in their cabins and yell at each other some more later. This isn't a life or death scenario.

Well looking at the shirt again, maybe it is.

"Very well. I accept that bet." And this time, he is playing as hard as he can.