"Yeah, I can see this is going to be a problem." He looks down at 9S consideringly a moment or two longer, then sheathes his sword.

If 9S thought that was going to be the end of the experiment, though, he's sorely mistaken. The only warning is a flash of sharp, sudden cunning in Lambert's expression, and then one of his hands is moving rapidly through a series of gestures, gathering the momentum of a spell. His next words, laced with magical compulsion, carey the weight of a command.

"Punch me."