Strange briefly shoots Lambert a downright death glare, the sort of 'oh my god don't you dare bring that up' sort of glare before turning his back entirely on the man to focus directly on Peridot. Is this petty? Yep. Does Strange care? Not really! "My efforts to locate Childermass haven't turned up much. Most likely, this means that he's in an area that's warded somehow. While I am skilled in the art of scrying, I'm not powerful enough to push past some wards by myself."

Besides, it just feels right to do magic with two people. There's a longing in the back of his head, like he's missed this sort of thing. He continues talking, but tries to pick up Pumpkin while he does so because this dog is currently in the running for 'best person in the whole room.'

"I said you were a talented mage and I meant it. If we combine our magic and cast the spell together, we might have a chance of finding Childermass."

Or not because the true fae are bonkers level magic but hey, attempts count for something.