"Ok, I am terribly sorry. No, Only joking! Not sorry in the slightest!" Skulduggery paused, shaking the glass off of his exquisite suit. "Now, I'm placing you," He pointed at the Warlock, "Under arrest for murder, the conspiracy to commit murder, and I don't know, Possibly littering" The Warlock stood up, his hand burned and boiled as a bolt of white light burst from his hand, Skulduggery ducked behind cover, well a table.
"You'll have to kill me first." The Warlock snarled.
"I wouldn't mind that at all, just don't burn my suit." He tilted his head at the waitress, "I suggest you hide in your kitchen or whatever you cook in."