"Same as always," Childermass answers unhelpfully, entirely ignoring the 'hypocrite' comment. Truth be told, there's a spark of exhilaration he can't really hide. Silly as it is to be putting on any kind of magic show at all, figuring out how to use what little magic he does have and make it seem impressive, the reactions it gets, the applause, it's hard not to garner a wave of adrenaline from that. It colors his words with a breathless amusement and leaves him with a faint smirk tugging up the corner of his lips, in spite of how serious he normally is.

It makes any sighs or acting put-upon all an act, especially in the face of Baker bringing the ear back for a second toss. The dog gets it, of course, and it's only afterward that the second necklace catches his eye. He was going to pass by Lambert and go straight to one of the mirrors back there, no doubt to wipe off what little make-up he actually allows wardrobe to push on him, but spotting that stops him.

"Now that looks familiar," he says, turning to face the witcher, hands settling on his hips as he does. "Finally washed your clothes, did you?"

Referencing way back to the lakeshore, where the man had suggested the necklace lost in piles of worn clothing.