The fuck is a samurai? Lambert doesn't know, but he can at least confirm one thing.

"I don't know if I'd call him normal, but he was human," he muses, before he waves a hand vaguely. “Or at least in Yuya’s dreams...”

But his attention is easily distracted, too, and he doesn’t elaborate, caught up in snickering meanly when Childermass filches that earring.

“Shouldn’t steal people’s stuff,” he admonishes. “You want earrings that badly, get your own.”