"Cushy job. Wish I'd thought to sign up for that instead." Lambert doesn't seem particularly put off by the response, as he's heard every possible variation on 'fuck off' over the years and has learned to thoroughly ignore them all. What he will do is step closer, studying the paperwork spread over the desk with amber eyes that have dilated in the dim light.

The feathers and the black and white clothing call to mind Yennefer, not that he's actually met the woman in person. But he's heard enough of her from Geralt to make him gag, that much is for certain.

Reaching out, he idly plants a finger on a sheet to nudge it aside and see the writing underneath.