"It's not," Lambert answers slowly, frown deepening, though it's not directed at Childermass. Rather than offer an explanation, though, he'll tilt his face up to the magician and drop clawed hands to rest loosely in his lap.

"If you want it, come and get it." Perhaps oddly, he doesn't make that sound as mocking as it should, his brow's still knitted and his fangs biting slightly into his bottom lip.