"Hm," Lambert says, tapping his finger on the table. Unknowingly, his concerns run idly along the lines that Foster probably considers a total non-issue, but for the sake of the spell's utility, it's something rather important to know.

"So what happens if you die?" he asks pleasantly, like he might just be inquiring after Foster's favorite drink. "Is it going to break itself, or will anyone you case it on just have to fucking live with it?"