She circled back to him and Oliver appreciated that. It was a mark in her favour. She was, of course, volatile and probably insane, but at least she was polite about their differences. "I think we're all a little mad here." He told her, the corners of his lips quirking up sardonically. "We're in a circus, probably one of the few left in the world, travelling all over the globe by magic, using our gifts to both entrance and maim those who cross into our world here. It's a very strange environment."
Lamb grabbed at his arm and Oliver looked up at her, a bit startled, given that people didn't usually touch him of their own volition. It was a pleasant surprise, though, and he went along with it, laughing at the thought of him climbing all over her while she hung from hooks. "It would only be a little weight." He told her, obviously enjoying their mirthful conversation. "But I imagine it would delight the crowds to see us working together."
They continued to walk, Oliver following her at his slow pace, pulling his coat a bit tighter around himself, boots crunching a bit in the freshly fallen snow. "Have you been here long?" He asked after a moment's worth of silence. "How often do those hunts happen?"