"Butcher--your young horse?" Because hell if Syrlya knows what a donkey is. He knows what it looks like, though, and he stares dumbly at Baker for a long minute before his attention slowly slides back to Lambert.

"But... how--no, wait, actually, I don't really want to know." It's clear Butcher only takes after his mother, anyway, which honestly just makes it more questionable but he is not remotely in a place where he wants to try and decipher foreign animal reproduction.

Instead, he takes a swing straight from the bottle in his hand--and his face immediately scrunches up in distaste as he swallows.