In retrospect, visiting a horse with an affinity for mud would have made a good case for stopping by his trailer before the lake. Overall, though, better something out of wardrobe than his own coat, though he suspects that would have been easier to clean.

"Ask Strange, then. You'll want a real magician making up spells like that," Childermass retorts, not quite with a huff, but the sarcasm is there. He'll let that one go eventually, not like to hold grudges over something so petty and, honestly, expected enough. It isn't Lambert's problem, in any case. No, what his problem is would be that he's searching pockets that aren't his.

It doesn't earn Lambert any violent reaction this time. Before had been in defense. The witcher may not have actually been trying to attack him then, but he wasn't the one on the recieving end of trying to take the necklace back. This? This is just him rooting around for an apple, which is easy enough to find, though it does have Childermass turning his head to look back over one shoulder. He arches an eyebrow.

"Your no better than she is, Lambert. You could have just asked."