To that, Lambert's happy to drink, draining his glass in one long, steady pull that leaves his throat burning, though he's grinning widely when he puts the glass down.

"Well, Mr. Childermass, as entertaining as this has been, I think I'd better take my leave. Still have the rest of our coworkers to meet and all that." A touch unsteadily, he pushes himself to his feet, giving him a wave with a flick of his fingers.

"Let me know if you ever want to grab a drink again. I'd be more than happy to take you up on the offer."