And she still got to the Prince's tower before you did. [ Lambert snaps back. It is a one-sided argument, and he knows it, but he isn't so much interested in blaming Childermass for it as he is ... something. He doesn't know. Trying to put words around a feeling that's been nagging at him, something that's at the heart of this frustration. ]

If she had more time and better resources, she could have done more. You only get to say it was awful because it didn't work. Besides, if we're talking about awful plans, aren't you going to make fun of 'turning into a dragon to distract the Prince' too? [ His hands curl tighter on the mug, resisting the urge to smash it over something, like preferably Childermass's stupid head, and his lips press together tightly for a few minutes before he turns away, eyes shutting as he brings up a hand to rub at his forehead. ]

I trusted you, dammit. [ He says, tiredly. He's too worn out to keep up yelling at Childermass. ] Guess I should start being pickier too.