Lambert looks at his outstretched hand like he doesn't quite trust him not to be planning some other trick, but staying on the ground is frankly uncomfortable -- so he'll put his fingers into John's, letting himself be pulled up. He is, naturally, chatting as he goes, alcohol leading to a fairly loose tongue.

"It's a ballad about a man who's freed from his service to the faerie queen by his lover. The way the story goes, she had to hold on to him no matter what form he turned into: a lizard, a snake, a lion, a bear, and a piece of molten metal." He snorts, wobbling upright. "Would've had her work cut out for her if he'd turned into a shadow."