"Seems a fair enough way to get rid of demons, so by all means, do," he replies, capping the bottle again before taking his mug from Lambert. He tucks it under one arm for the time being and looks out towards the two Pokemon again. He wouldn't be able to say the same thought has crossed his mind, seeing it as with any other animal. They go where the trainer goes, simple as that.

To the rest, he can only break away from watching the two Pokemon play, to look at Lambert again, and shrug. Overall indifferent towards the idea of toasting, apparently.

"And to what would we toast? To one stop without anyone getting hurt? To your promotion? To the carnival gaining a horrifying plant monster?"

Yeah, don't think he didn't notice what the Ringmaster is letting creep around the forest. Where did that even come from...? Oh well. He'll probably never know.