Artemis was quietly stunned. He had not meant to reveal that fact. It was most unlike him to chatter on about trifles when there were lives at stake. But he liked this Minerva girl. She was so like him.
There followed a collective ooh, as the demons realized that this human spoke their language, albeit with an accent. Abbot decided to change the subject. This boy was pick-ing holes in his story. 'And you brought an elf too, warlock. Armed with a magical weapon. The elves betrayed us at Taillte!'
'Go for it, Stinky.'
The next floor up was another observation floor, but it was closed for decoration. A single workman was slicing carpet for a corner section, and he did not seem surprised to see a muumuu-clad imp come sailing over the railing.
'Excuse me, if I don't take your word for it,' snorted Kong, tugging back the bonnet's frill for a quick peek at No.l 's face. 'If that Fowl kid is half as smart as I've heard, then he's sure to be trying something.'
'Difficult choice with this one,' said Qwan, grabbing one of Abbot's horns.
Artemis was speaking into his little finger which trans-mitted the vibrations to the fairy phone in his palm.