[ The look she levels at him isn't quite the sort that said 'try me' when it came to that dungeon throwing bit, because she'd been in a dungeon or two and didn't like them, but it did at least promise that 1. she'd get out and 2. he might not have much of a dungeon left when he did. Then her expression shifted, since the much more important matter of a good compliment was tossed her way. ]

Skulduggery'd say that finding the trouble is what makes me such a good nuisance. The good job is sorting it out.

[ But, her tone added, he wasn't here. And there was a creepy house to investigate with her wielding the combined powers of the elements and a touch or two of necromancy with the Grand Mage of Ireland behind her. She'd been in much more daunting situations. ]

All right, on the count of three, I'm going to try and open the door.