"I'd get better answers asking a fish," Lambert concludes resignedly. Oh yeah, he has a pretty good idea of how evasive the Ringmaster can be confronted with direct questions. Maybe one of these days, he'd just have to actually challenge her to a game or something to figure shit out. For now, though...

Oh well. Time for a change in topic!

"So just how long do you have to be in the Carnival to get those?" Lambert smirks, gesturing over his shoulder to vaguely indicate where wings might be if he had them. "Convenient way of getting around, though they probably don't make it comfortable to sleep."