His smile actually falters as Lambert starts to speak out loud. It angers him internally that this man has such a mouth and yet he can do nothing about it. There's a large conflict behind his eyes.

"You are, Mister Lambert. You are his guests." His eyes flick to the side towards the balcony and then back to Lambert. If he was allowed he'd send this man right over the edge whether or not he could survive the fall or not. He would love nothing more than to see his face. Then again, he was a supervisor and he imagined at least most of them could take care of themselves in in the most extreme situations. "Had your words carried any real weight perhaps we all would still be guests."

He hums under his breath as he sets the glass top back onto the bottle of whiskey in hand, smiling returning, "But of course, Mister Lambert. Do call me if you need another drink. I have a feeling you'll need it." Not that he'll need to call him. Tyki is rather attentive.