"I don't hear anyone coming, and my ears are much better than yours," Lambert answers with a shrug as he's pushed pack. It's a pity that he couldn't provoke more than that reaction -- he'll have to content himself with the feathers and the flush, he grins and pulls back to let the magician have his personal space back now that he's let him go. That was all he'd been aiming for in the first place. His tail is more reluctant to comply, taking its time unsliding from the magician's waist with a slither of scales against cotton.

The slap of mud to the face seems to amuse the Mudbray, which seems perkier now that a real game's been initiated. She'll take the chance to aim another shot of mud again, ears pricked and bouncing in place -- which is making the ground underfoot rock a bit, something that makes Lambert glance over sharply.

"Hey, no earthquakes."