"Why would I want Strange to kiss me?" Lambert asks, with a faint look of revulsion, like he'd much rather plant his lips on the Prince himself than be subjected to that. Like sure, he likes Strange a lot, but that concept's just a weird one.
However, Childermass's question brings Lambert's attention back to the matter at hand, and he frowns. Catch everyone's attention...? It's an odd request, though Childermass's reason for asking becomes quickly apparent.
He's doing something dangerous, something that needs to be big enough to draw the Prince's attention. Lambert's not sure what Childermass expects him to manage -- he's hardly going to lure the Prince with small talk, of all things -- but he still nods.
"I can try." He moves them around another pair of dancers, deftly. Perhaps it's not the answer Childermass would prefer to hear, but at this ball, who knows. "When?"
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However, Childermass's question brings Lambert's attention back to the matter at hand, and he frowns. Catch everyone's attention...? It's an odd request, though Childermass's reason for asking becomes quickly apparent.
He's doing something dangerous, something that needs to be big enough to draw the Prince's attention. Lambert's not sure what Childermass expects him to manage -- he's hardly going to lure the Prince with small talk, of all things -- but he still nods.
"I can try." He moves them around another pair of dancers, deftly. Perhaps it's not the answer Childermass would prefer to hear, but at this ball, who knows. "When?"