"How can I, when it's covered in feathers half the time?" Lambert isn't as easy to embarrass anymore, so the 'ass' comment is just going to get a snicker and a shit-eating grin. "And if you're that invested in keeping my dick from getting electrocuted, you're welcome to come with."

Lambert takes the cigarettes and the lighter, fingers clumsily brushing against John's hand because fine motor control isn't something he's great at right now, and staggers his way over to the door again. Pushing it open lets a blast of cold air in that instantly has Lambert in goosebumps, swearing because he didn't pull his jacket back on, but he wobbles his way out to the balcony anyway.

He takes care of the cigarette first, getting it lit after a few false starts and setting the pack and lighter both on the balcony railing. It's shortly followed by the shuffle of cloth, the sound of a zipper being undone, and the steady patter of liquid on leaves below as Lambert answers the call of nature. Taking a leak straight off some rich fuck's abandoned mansion really shouldn't feel so satisfying, but it does, and he'll take his sweet time about it before he zips back up, leaning his elbows on the railing and letting the breeze cool the flush on his face as he just takes a moment to breathe.

Seriously, what the fuck is his life?