Which leaves Childermass going tense in Lambert's grip, eyes drawn forcibly back to the Count.

The Rose Queen's demand had startled him but there isn't any time to worry about it, the command taking control... almost. He lingers in place for a second, staring, struggling, knowing he must go but not wanting to. How many times has the Count done this to him before, he wonders, uncertain of the answer with how distant memories of Portland are now.