[ Lambert, not particularly expecting to suddenly have his arm grabbed so abruptly, just ends up squinting at Strange. It's the sort of thing one expects to be followed by an explanation -- even a drunken one -- but when one isn't forthcoming, the witcher's frown just deepens. ]
What is it? [ He has yet to catch on to just how dumb a reasoning Strange has for what he's doing right now, but he's grabbing his hand and his wrist and looking at him in a really weird way and that's just plain disconcerting.
Given that the sensation only goes one way, and sorceresses aren't in the habit of sharing how they feel about anything with Lambert, nope, he's completely clueless about this. On Strange's end, the tingling warmth intensifies up to a certain point, thanks to his inebriation, but eventually just plateaus. It's a distraction from the nausea, in any case. ]
restrain yourself from throwing yourself at his feet, strange
What is it? [ He has yet to catch on to just how dumb a reasoning Strange has for what he's doing right now, but he's grabbing his hand and his wrist and looking at him in a really weird way and that's just plain disconcerting.
Given that the sensation only goes one way, and sorceresses aren't in the habit of sharing how they feel about anything with Lambert, nope, he's completely clueless about this. On Strange's end, the tingling warmth intensifies up to a certain point, thanks to his inebriation, but eventually just plateaus. It's a distraction from the nausea, in any case. ]