[ Predictably, Childermass's annoyance is met with a scowl from Lambert's end, sensitive as ever. ]

Nothing about you, if that's what you're worried about. [ He answers sharply. He'd made a promise and he intended to keep it, after all. ] I told him I liked both men and women and he told me he personally didn't care who was fucking who, as long as everyone was happy. [ Because Strange is a damn romantic, obviously. He lets Childermass go and steps back, one hand still holding the blanket around his shoulders as he shrugs. ]

Not a popular opinion in England, as far as I could gather.