"Wings of a bat? Bat wings!" Steven repeats dumbly, like there's something really stunning about that aspect in particular. He flaps his wings as if he's just realizing they're there - they're small objectively, but not as much in relation to the general smallness of his body. "Oh right!"

He closes his eyes and concentrates, beating his wings as rhythmically as he can manages. He tries to get himself into the same mental place he does when he's floating, except this time it's flying. After about five seconds of flapping he actually manages to get himself off the ground, slowly hovering up to Lambert's level.

He opens his eyes then, and realizes he's actually accomplishing it, and laughs in surprise. "Hey, I can do it! I'm flying!"

...Only for him to fall off rhythm a few moments later, resulting him in just sort of dumping himself onto Lambert's petrified body. His paws flail for purchase, awkwardly hugging around Lambert's neck and he tries to keep from falling off the pillar.

"Haha... whoops?"