Lambert’s out of his depth here, and he really can’t see a way out. But as soon as the woman materializes with a blue jewel around her neck, he makes a grab for Peridot’s arm again, more forcefully this time. Not that he can stop her if she really tries to get away, though.

“What’s the point of all this?” he snaps, addressing the Count again. “You don’t actually want to cut a deal for the Rose, do you?”

Because if that’s all he wanted to do, all he had to do was bring in the Carnival workers and the fae of the Winter Court. This is just a farce.