Lambert isn't exactly sure what he's expecting, either, but now that he's anticipating it -- there it is. A sudden sharp jolt lancing through his skull, something that means to command his muscles to lock up, and it succeeds as far as making his jaw clench while his fingers curl into fists at his side.

And then his brows furrow and he tosses his head, breaking out of the brief numbness the spell had dropped him into.

"That sucked more than I remember," he complains, but there's a confusion and interest in his voice now. "How bad is it supposed to be?"