"At least as long as you've been around," Lambert agrees, which is a pretty fucking long time, in a mortal sense, and probably still a decent amount even for a not-so-spring chicken like the Ringmaster apparently is.

"Though I don't know if I'd worry too much about it. He said we were probably more kin to you than he is, by now." He hadn't thought much of it at the time, but he watches her reaction curiously, wondering if that means more to a Wyld Fae than it does to him.