Overall, he hasn't even thought of the cuts and scrapes from Steven's rose vines that litter his forearms beyond making sure they weren't going to get infected. The rest of the little injuries are easily disguised under his clothing, save for the ones showing where he's rolled his sleeves back. As such, the question gets an uncomprehending stare.
In fact, screw that question in general, because—
"What are you doing here?"
Childermass doesn't answer that stupid question. Why would he when the last person he actually wants here just strolled up? He steps forward, making a grab for Lambert's shirt front, fully intending to drag him right back out of the alley and chew him out.
"Who even told you about this? Who— no, it's obvious, it must have been that stupid red-headed little—" Well, either that or... "Or the Beast, but why would she bring a human along? That's insanity!"
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In fact, screw that question in general, because—
"What are you doing here?"
Childermass doesn't answer that stupid question. Why would he when the last person he actually wants here just strolled up? He steps forward, making a grab for Lambert's shirt front, fully intending to drag him right back out of the alley and chew him out.
"Who even told you about this? Who— no, it's obvious, it must have been that stupid red-headed little—" Well, either that or... "Or the Beast, but why would she bring a human along? That's insanity!"