Lambert cups the cigarette with a hand and lights it, entirely disregarding the fact that they're indoors, while he mulls it over. He isn't certain of the magician's terms with the fae, only that he'd been unbelievably proud of it. Part of him, horrifyingly, feels the instinct to insist they continue to make every effort to look for Strange, but practicality wins out.

"You think their plan's going to get him out alive?" He's quite serious when he asks that question. Right now, he'd sign up for just anyone who could guarantee that, even... "Because I know the demons are planning something too."