"Looks like I'll have to ask for advice from Mr. Childermass later," Lambert laughs, and he'll drink to the question after that -- to much amusement, apparently, because at least one of the ladies at the table was involved in his initiation into that particular group of individuals.

At the question of marriage, one of the women becomes more hesitant, frowning into her cup, before the one adjacent to her nudges her playfully and reminds her how she always mentioned her husband when she first met her, remmeber? And how she isn't skipping out of this round. Lambert doesn't drink to that, or the one after it. When Childermass speaks, though, he makes a face and drinks again, and that sets off another ribald string of 'I've nevers.'

I have never slept with anyone under the moonlight. There's a pause as people consider whether to count the light above the greenspace as moonlight, but Lambert drinks without waiting for it to be resolved. I've never slept with someone on a bed, the pseudo-fire elemental grins, gesturing down at herself to a chorus of groans for the leading response.

I've never been fucked in the arse, says the sprite, who Lambert's beginning to sense is going to constantly escalate this game until they're all too embarrassed to go on. Well, he's more than up to the challenge of matching her in that, so he slams a gulp of his drink back, and looks around the table.

"I've never licked someone's taint," he declares, prompting a brief and spirited discussion of what actual portion of the body "taint" even technically refers to.