[ Lambert shrugs, carelessly, taking another hearty chug from his mug as his ears twitch lazily. ]

Isn't it better, knowing whatever you say isn't gonna change what I think? It's not like you think my opinion matters.

[ The liquid in in the mug sloshes, motes of light catching and reflecting in Lambert's eyes. ]

I already get that you're crazy about her. Does anyone else here even know she exists?