[He pauses, considering the words without turning around to face Skulduggery just yet.]
I'll clear them away once I've moved the spiders.
[It makes sense to him, at least.
Ravel finishes up the corner he was working on and then finally turns, idly wringing the duster between both hands in a way that unconsciously makes the object a shield in front of him.]
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I'll clear them away once I've moved the spiders.
[It makes sense to him, at least.
Ravel finishes up the corner he was working on and then finally turns, idly wringing the duster between both hands in a way that unconsciously makes the object a shield in front of him.]
Here on business, I assume?