Springing back up out of the shadow puts him behind the cafe bar, as though he feels having a barrier like that might do anything. It won't, he actually realizes, but it's nice to imagine otherwise. He won't take his eyes off of the faerie, but when he opens his mouth again, it's first to hiss at Lambert, "What are you doing, you idiot? Get out of here."

Lambert's human. Apparently, that isn't of any interest to this creature and that's a good thing. He should be taking advantage of that and running!

But to the figure on the table, he schools his tone to be slightly less snappish than when he was addressing the barista, if only out of fear.

"He's no master of mine," he makes that clear first thing (as he assumes she means the Count, not Strange), because it rankles him, deep down. The Rose Queen isn't much better, but at least he can live out here. "Why are you even here? This is a human cafe. There's nothing for you."