If Lambert had more energy right now, he'd surely be exploiting that utter lack of a poker face mercilessly-- but now that they aren't moving, and the adrenaline from the fight has long worn off, exhaustion is rapidly catching up again. She can probably feel that, too, if she's looking for it. As soon as the coat's off, he leans forward to let his elbows rest on his knees, breathing hard.

"Was the tail supposed to match the horns in the first place?" he murmurs. If it was, they belonged to no beast he's ever known.