The splashing and bubbling is what alerts Lambert to the fact that he's got company incoming. He has a brief moment to wonder if perhaps, like some kinds of monster, this type of vampire is likely to morph into something terrible when dropped into the water, but such idle thoughts come to an end when Foster bursts back to the surface.

And he's laughing. Yeahhh, forget being a few cards short of a full deck: this one doused the deck on fire, ate the ashes, and shat it out into something that might have been cards, once.

"What, do people usually not take you up on that?" By now, he's moved up to stand again, so he's looking down at Foster, smirking. "I'd be happy to do it anytime."