Lambert's tired too, from everything else he's had to deal with so far. Luckily for him, he does have a great, renewable alternative source of energy: spite.

"Bullshit," he says flatly. Don't even try that with him, Strange, he has two younger sisters and he can smell trouble. (Perhaps even smell other things, in this case. Just how far gone is Strange, anyway?) What he lacks on height with Strange, he makes up for in strength, so while it's easy for Strange to reach for the notes, it's also easy for Lambert to hold them in one hand while he shoves Strange in the chest with the other, intending to force him to sit on the couch.

"Is poisoning yourself supposed to be part of this important context you were talking about?" Like some kind of avenging reference section angel, he taps the stack of notes with the back of his hand as he makes no secret of visibly judging Strange's life choices. "Because I really don't think that's going to help you break the spell keeping every angel, demon, and faerie stranded here."