Lambert was already patting his pockets down for a lighter, but... sure, this is convenient. He raises a brow and leans forward, an unspoken cue for the other man to bring the lighter closer.

Once it's lit, he'll take a breath and exhale, smoke curling from his lips as he smirks, feeling a little more like himself again. "City's got an open container policy, you know. That includes parks." Why yes, he has kind of been assuming John has been living in bird form in one of the city's parks this whole time, of course he won't pass up the chance to make fun. But if he actually has something that isn't a bunch of twigs stuck up a tree? Yeah, he'd like to see it.

"There's a decent store about twelve blocks away. Meet you there in ten?" He's already slipping onto his bike, but putting on a helmet would mean having to stop smoking, which he's not inclined to right now. There's always the chance he'll just ... run off without giving him any answers, but somehow he doesn't think he will. Lambert pulls on the cigarette again, contemplative, before he absently holds it out to him with a raised brow. In case John wants one puff for the road.