Speaking of! He doesn't quite waltz in but he does fling open the door. He is in his night shirt at the moment which is a long floral sundress got from the shop, a size or two too big, because who wears trousers to sleep?

"Skulduggery! Since you don't sleep I was wondering if you'd have a preference-- Oh, hello Darcy. And Lucius. God..." He wrinkles his nose. "What's that smell? It's like lime puke in here." Bleh.

"Anyway. What do you think, Skulduggery...Well both of you. Teal blue or plain black? Which looks more badass?" He holds up two scraps of cloth that seem to have been cut out badly with poor scissors.