Lambert doesn't get a chance to tell Strange to stop. He doesn't exactly faint, but Lambert drops the book on the table with a thunk, chest constricting at the shock of sensation, and he reels out of seat onto the floor a second time, unable to even catch himself. When Childermass takes his hand off Celandine and he slumps against the floor like his strings have been cut, gasping softly.

Even Celandine looks a little stunned, slack and boneless however much of herself she's managed to get on Childermass, and she shakes herself, hiccuping slightly and sliding off his lap and away from contact with both magicians, her step unsteady. It's uncertain what Lambert's response to having two different sets of hands on his soul would be like sober. While drunk? Well, it's to mixed effect. She does, however, glance over at Lambert and titter softly, swaying on the edge of the seat like she's in danger of falling to the floor herself.

"So that's why it's so easy to kill someone by grabbing their daemon," she chirps, unsteadily.