Naked as a jaybird, Lambert can't exactly pretend he doesn't have any less than he has, and he takes drink after drink to much laughter and an increasingly hangdog look on his face. When Childermass speaks, unsurprisingly, he tips his glass up again, but he's the only one who drinks -- there are gasps of shock and suddenly anxious laughter from the rest of their group and murmurs of both admiration and anxiety. Lambert wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand, his glass almost empty, and gives Childermass a wounded look.

"Traitor," he huffs, but despite his complaint the break in pattern seems to have done the trick, the next elf woman considering her own statement more carefully before she speaks. I have never... fallen in love at first sight.

The question sets off another round of giggles around the table, the brief tension relaxing again. Lambert doesn't drink, which results in a few moments of teasing before the game moves on again, taking on a different tone.

I have never been with someone more than a year, a woman with hair that appears to be made of flame sighs, to murmurs of sympathy.

I've never been spanked in bed! a cheeky, spritelike woman cackles. Lambert drinks for that one, and it's his turn again, the last swallow of his whiskey swirling at the bottom of his cup. If that's the way this evening's headed...

"I've never been tied to a bed during sex," he says, leering. "But there's always a first time."