Lambert snorts, though any amusement at the situation is mostly of the cynical, dry sort.

"Could be worse. At least I didn't end up with the compulsion to steal other people's dogs ... or eat them." He bares his teeth, pretending to snap at the Growlithe, before he pushes himself to his feet, taking Baker with him in his arms, if the dog will let him.

"Thought I was done with magic changing me years ago."