"Then maybe I should send you into the water to see if you can't find them there instead," Childermass says rather sharply, grip tightening on the witcher's wrist, but the threat has no real teeth. If anything, Lambert would end up taking them both into the pond if he tried.
But it's all moot, anyhow, seeing how the glint of gold on Lambert's fingers catch his attention in the midst of being angry at this unbelievable idiot. The smell in the air doesn't really mean much to the magician himself, as chocolate of any kind is hardly something he's had a lot of, but what in the world happened to his nails?
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But it's all moot, anyhow, seeing how the glint of gold on Lambert's fingers catch his attention in the midst of being angry at this unbelievable idiot. The smell in the air doesn't really mean much to the magician himself, as chocolate of any kind is hardly something he's had a lot of, but what in the world happened to his nails?
"Have you been trimming these?"