[ Strange visibly relaxes as Lambert backs off. It's like the air got let out of a balloon, that's how relieved he is that he isn't being towered over and glared at anymore. He slumps down slightly, sitting on his bed in a bit of a relieved manner. Lambert's eased back a bit so Strange is definitely a bit less frantic and less ready to bolt like a nervous animal. At the question, though, Strange frowns. ]

The end result is useless, but I haven't learned anything that would require me to have the contract changed. After all, my contract has nothing to do with my wife, but instead is for a spell that I thought could save her.

[ The contract is for the knowledge of how Gilbert Norrell raised Lady Pole from the dead. While Strange has his suspicions (that begin with 'f' and end in 'aerie'), he doesn't have 100% proof about how it was done and the only person here who likely knows how it happened, Childermass, certainly isn't going to tell him to begin with. And, if he's learned anything from the past few days, it's that specific terms matter. Thinking isn't the same as knowing and it most likely wouldn't be enough to change the contract. ]

I suppose what's going to happen is I serve out my remaining time but spend that time either learning about faeries or improving my magic.

[ It's said with a small little shrug. What else could he do in the first place? ]