If confusing Lambert was the intention, then Strange has readily succeeded, if solely because it seems like an unnecessarily long answer. After all, a number implied something finite, so it had seemed like the most straightforward question at the time. His brow furrows as he digests that particular dump of information -- which apparently includes the sort of magic Strange looks down on, and what Portland is known for -- before he figures out a proper response.

"...Okay," Lambert says again, slowly this time. He's going to be saying that a lot, it feels like. "I was actually just wondering about Portland. But you're saying you don't really know."

Surprisingly, he doesn't sound totally pejorative when he says that -- just stating a fact, or making sure he and Strange are on the same page about what he meant. Ultimately, it's not the most important detail here, so he shakes his head, moving on briskly enough.

"You said you're a summoner and binder. What does that mean, exactly?" You'd think the words implied the obvious, but you know what? It really doesn't, not when it comes to this kind of thing. Better to ask and know exactly what he's dealing with. And yeah, Strange is about to get asked a million questions now.