"Three songs. I'll remember," Lambert says, with conviction that probably isn't warranted, given the gaping holes in his memory here.

Speaking of songs, how long has it been since they started this one? They must be halfway through, at least. Noticing the confidence in his step, Lambert decides it's time to take things up a notch, and he presses a hand at the magician's back to dip him gracefully before easing him up again.

"Was that all?" he asks, brows raised. Of course, he knows that isn't all -- the wryness in his voice gives that much away. But even when he tries to reach for the memories he's aware should be there, his mind meets nothing but fog.