"Come on, you have to admit it's funny," Lambert counters, with a grin. He's sopping wet, and that's uncomfortable and ought to be remedied in a bit, but for now, well... there really isn't anything he can do about it. His daemon lands beside him, shaking her fur free of the bit of water that's clung to it. Lambert would tell Strange to make sure he doesn't set himself on fire, but there's little enough danger of that with how damp he is, so he won't bother.

"It's your own daemon's fault for being as much of a show off as you in the first place."