"Better a chicken than a giant lizard," Childermass retorts coolly. He's turning into a giant raven, thank you very much, but he won't get pissy over specifics here. He'll take the time it takes to climb back up to his feet and dust himself off to consider Lambert's new question.

Affecting someone's mind...

Well, he doesn't bother hiding the look of annoyance at that one, brief as it is, but that may be enough to confirm the answer is 'probably yes'.

"In a way," he admits, looking back over towards the witcher one he's done dusting himself off and double-checking to make sure he still has that necklace. You know, just in case. "I've found myself filching all sorts of odds and ends lately, random items ending up in my pockets, usually shiny in some way or another."

Not unlike a crow or, say, raven.