The trouble with acting indifferently towards someone like Lambert is that it only ever makes him want to keep pressing for attention until it's given to him. With Childermass more indifferent than most, it's only encouragement to go above and beyond even his usual pestering -- and he's annoyed from being caught by the horn. So with the magician caught off guard and off balance, and because proximity had gotten him that entertaining reaction last time, Lambert's tail curls around his waist and pulled him in the rest of the way so they're flush together, bared midriff right up against astoundingly tacky shirt.

"Well," he drawls, grinning down into Childermass's face, fangs making him look even more wicked than ever as he looks him over and proves the magician right about that shamelessness all over again. "It seems to have attracted you."

While that is going on, Pig's going to consider the Growlithe, come to a stop -- since they seem to have halted for now -- and then cock a hoof and send a splatter of mud towards it. Not an attack, like with the Incineroar, but certainly an attempt to force the dog to change course mid-bound. Pig's idea of 'play' isn't much better than her master's.