Lambert blinks back, his own slit pupils dilated in the dim light (not that it makes a difference -- he can see Foster perfectly well, regardless).
"What? Weren't you talking about swimming?" If only it was so mundane, right? In any case, he's not sure what he's going on about traps for, but he'll shrug and drop down to sit next to him. Nothing better to do, for the moment. There's mud streaking his pants, though it cuts off at a certain point, like he'd been wearing boots before and just discarded them back ... somewhere.
"Depends on the mouse trap," he'll add, like the conversation still has a hope of making sense. "Heard mages sometimes try to catch them alive, so they can use 'em for their experiments."
assuming this is night-time, just because vampire!
"What? Weren't you talking about swimming?" If only it was so mundane, right? In any case, he's not sure what he's going on about traps for, but he'll shrug and drop down to sit next to him. Nothing better to do, for the moment. There's mud streaking his pants, though it cuts off at a certain point, like he'd been wearing boots before and just discarded them back ... somewhere.
"Depends on the mouse trap," he'll add, like the conversation still has a hope of making sense. "Heard mages sometimes try to catch them alive, so they can use 'em for their experiments."