"Information," the witcher answers without hesitation. Besides the fact that it's the whole reason Strange came over in the first place, Lambert still tires easily. If it's something he needs that badly to hear, might as well get it over with. That'll also let him decide how much drinking he needs to do later.

Speaking of drinking, he'll take the opportunity to open up the bottle he was examining earlier and start pouring them both a measure of some bright, pale yellow liquid. At the same time, Lambert hooks a foot around the small trashcan under the table and pushes it over to Strange, mumbling around a mouthful of apple.

"Toss your trash in the bin, I just finished cleaning up here."