That got a burst out of laughter out of him, even as the game Sherlock landed on making a beeping squeal of distress when his hands landed on its buttons. Lambert reached out to grab Sherlock by the arm, aiming to haul him mostly-upright -- or at least, rearrange him to be more securely propped up by the game he fell against.

"Careful, or you'll split that head of yours open," he said, grinning. He'd find this funny enough under normal circumstances, but for some reason of the idea of the other man ending up sprawled on the floor is just downright hilarious, and he cackles at his own joke.

"Lay off the swordplay for now and take a breather."