[ Lambert could point out its technically his calf and it sucks, he's lucky Childermass didn't do more damage to major muscle, but he's not in the mood. He lapses into silence in lieu of further questions from Strange, but the lack of further yelling from the magician? Yeah, that's suspicious. ]
What are you writing? [ He asks, warily, before reaching out to try and yank that piece of paper write out from under Strange's quill. ]
no subject
What are you writing? [ He asks, warily, before reaching out to try and yank that piece of paper write out from under Strange's quill. ]