To which the bird croaks and flutters down off the fence post. There, there's a flicker of motion, magic being released, and — to more sensitive noses — the barest scent of pine trees and snow. In place of the bird is, of course, Childermass, who immediately leans back against the fence and gives Lambert a shrug.

"Can't say I was ever interested in the drinks in the first place, so that's fine," he replies. For the most part, he was just waiting for everyone else to burn out on partying and for it to finally be quiet down here again. Anyway, now that he's there and human-shaped again, he can quirk an eyebrow at Lambert and ask, "So, you'll follow me across worlds if you have to, hm?"

Yeah, Lambert wasn't escaping that line, at the very least.