Maybe should have saved that hand over his mouth for himself, really, because when Ignatius appears, Lambert feels an instant, comfortingly familiar uptick of rage and gives a hiss of his own. Only the sharp awareness of how many Fae there are here, and how woefully outmatched they are, is keeping him from launching himself forward for now.

As it is, it feels like they're about to be captured anyway. He can't help taking a half step forward, lips curling back from sharp teeth and and a short burst of flame spilling from his lips on a snarl.