"As if anyone would pose for free," Lambert counters, scoffing in mock-offense. "Why sit still when you could be using that to work on your own talents? Now, if there was something you offered in return..."

He lowers his paw, the short scruffy length of his tail twitching. There's a fleeting urge to groom all that fur into neatness, but he's still human enough in mind to tamp it down, for now.

"You might want to try finding a performance to watch. Eden's got plenty, apparently."