"Yeah, he did." Lambert pauses to think about it for a moment, trying to pull up the specific memory, before he grins and launches right into it.

"'Rita names her blastia and assigns them genders. Are all humans like this?'" If his voice wasn't cracked and hoarse from breathing fire and exhaustion, it might be a halfway decent impression, but as it is, his laugh at the end turns into deep, raspy coughs as another spasm of pain rips through him. It's not as bad as when he first transformed and suddenly had to deal with all the poison catching up to him, but this one caught him off guard.