Lambert crosses his arms, huffing slightly in amusement. Now there's a mental image... "Respectability? No. Power, though, they do care about. Whether it's magic or manipulating people into doing what they want." Part of why he'd been so disarmed by Strange was that he was a magician who acted nothing like any magician Lambert had known. It's impossible to imagine Strange casting a spell to compel anyone to publicly humiliate key members of the town council in public and get thrown in jail as a result, for one.

"Yeah? Strongest hate comes from the greatest fear, or so I hear." He rolls his shoulders back, working the kinks out of his back. Despite the blandness of his posture, there's a real edge of bitterness in his voice, though it fades as he looks at the book in Strange's hand.

"Guess it doesn't really matter here, does it?"