That is an immensely difficult shirt to be miserable at, truth be told, even if Childermass does try to keep a blank face when Lambert swaps illusions. Good God, is that really how he looks in that? A thought that inevitably leads to a snort of laughter and him rolling his eyes.

"Someone might expect you to take things seriously looking like me," he warns, at least making some small effort to go along with the joke. It's a start, at least. "I am going to miss that shirt. I left it back in my trailer. Baker, though... He's at least in my shadow."

He's just grateful he had no cause to release the Arcanine. Everything is beginning to seem too dangerous for the dog, even if that dog happens to be as tall as him and breathing fire.