Not having supernatural hearing, Lambert doesn't pick up on the scuffle on the stairs -- though he's also busy rubbing a new set of lines into his forehead. Pumpkin is definitely the one in this room having a good time, shamelessly bestowing her doggy affections on Strange, mwah mwah, hope Strange's fingers don't have weird poisonous plant juice on them because that would be bad.

He's not sure how he feels about Strange praising Peridot either, but the turn the conversation's taken gives him a reason to get up and (slowly) move over to the other side of the room.

"And I have something that belonged to him." He doesn't know if it'll actually help, but hey, anything's worth a shot. Don't worry, he's not pulling out the sweater. Instead, he's going for the closet and digging into the pocket of the jacket he'd been wearing during the attack on the Rose Queen's realm, producing a slightly banged-up looking black feather.

His glare dares them both to say anything snarky about this.