Lambert cocks his head at that, narrowing his eyes. He recognizes the sullen tone of someone about to do or promise to do something truly tremendously stupid, mainly because he's used it before. Often, and usually to regrettable (for his body if not for his pride) results. But 9S's mood is hard to read right now, with that visor slid over his eyes.

As such? Lambert chucks 9S gently under the chin to force him to tilt his head up, then slides a claw delicately under the visor and prises it up so he can look him in the eye.

"Work something out that isn't stupid. Now do you believe me about sparring?"