"Please. I barely even felt that," Lambert answers, dismissively, but he's scowling, although his ire isn't at 9S. No, it's at the realization that he is, unfortunately, as susceptible to magic as any of the Carnival's other members, though that much was obvious from the fact he wasn't tearing up the grand ball, he supposes. Fae can control minds far more effectively than Lambert can. He hadn't realized he'd had a hope that maybe, if 9S couldn't be turned against humans, maybe he'd still be useful another way. Brainwashing is just a risk where the Carnival's concerned.

"So you can hit humans. When someone makes you." That's not ... good. Lambert narrows his eyes, pinning 9S with a look.

"Rita said you're the one who finished her off during the Hunt." Maybe it's not something 9S cares to be reminded off right now, but guess what: Lambert's a dick of a human! "Didn't have any problems killing a human who wasn't in a human body, did you?"