If Lambert ever wants a quick way of making John — aka Childermass — look like he's about to faint, he's found it. Saying the word deal to a faerie. That gets him a stricken look from the changeling, but no protest. Maybe they can still salvage this without Lambert signing his damn life away or anything like that.

He'll look between the two a few times, mind racing. Almost, but she wants a cat? Really?

"Ah, that... That. Aren't some of the cats up for adoption?"

He's stalked this place enough to at least know that much. Come on, Lambert, play along.