“As if they’d—”

Lambert ends up making an undignified squeak as Childermass bowls him over and proceeds to very rudely inelegantly flop on him. He’s almost certain he’s doing this because he’s bigger, for once, but there’s no way to call that out in the presence of other Honorables. What he can do, though, is swat him sharply with his paw, claws sheathed ... though he makes sure to land it smartly on that wet doggy nose. No, it won’t harm him, but he can definitely express his displeasure at being used as an impromptu living pillow.

“You’re crushing me, you lump!”