Good lord, is that what he would look like as a woman? He supposes he shouldn't be so shocked about it, considering he'd already gotten a preview of what their part of the garden seemed to be about with the bird bath that reflected cats. This, however, is a little more startling than a cat.

Childermass would have actually spent longer looking between the two with real — if puzzled — curiosity, too, if Lambert hadn't leaned over to smack a hand against his chest. The look of complete and total offense that crosses not only his face but the face of his reflection, at the exact same time, is no doubt priceless for the witcher to witness.

"You—" He snarls, immediately reaching up to grab Lambert's wrist and yank it away from him. "They're not even real, they're only a reflection!"