The idea of having something part of your body to constantly remind you of a connection to something you hate but can't escape is unpleasant, something that makes Lambert's gut twinge in empathy. Yeah, he knows how that feels, even if he doesn't know what to say in response.
"But it still couldn't tell who you actually work for." 'Work' is probably too generous a word, but it's ... important, maybe, to remind himself of that. However powerful these things are, no matter how wound up the changeling seems about them, they aren't actually omnipotent or infallible. Which Lambert knew well enough from stories, of course -- although it's always felt like trite bullshit to make one feel better, humans taking advantage of faerie nature, managing to pull one over them.
Arguably, tonight's encounter falls into that category, but from John's reaction, he suspects it might have a way of turning around to bite his ass in the end. That tends to be part of the stories, too.
He looks at the feather in the other man's fingers, frowning. "So, are you going to tell the Rose Queen about all this?"
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"But it still couldn't tell who you actually work for." 'Work' is probably too generous a word, but it's ... important, maybe, to remind himself of that. However powerful these things are, no matter how wound up the changeling seems about them, they aren't actually omnipotent or infallible. Which Lambert knew well enough from stories, of course -- although it's always felt like trite bullshit to make one feel better, humans taking advantage of faerie nature, managing to pull one over them.
Arguably, tonight's encounter falls into that category, but from John's reaction, he suspects it might have a way of turning around to bite his ass in the end. That tends to be part of the stories, too.
He looks at the feather in the other man's fingers, frowning. "So, are you going to tell the Rose Queen about all this?"