And as close as they are, it's impossible to miss the way Childermass tenses, if briefly, or where his gaze falls. Sober, it would make Lambert frown; drunk, he just gives Childermass a frank, appraising look, head cocked slightly. He's still smiling, though there's something a touch wistful about it.

"All you'd have to do is ask." It's easier for him to say that, being mildly intoxicated, and also, having already gone the embarrassment of awkwardly pouring his heart out in front of a captive audience. Childermass can't say the same, though, and that's why he squeezes him lightly with his tail, once, then starts to slip it away.