That's great to know and all, Strange, but he may have forgotten -- or not entirely realized -- that Lambert hasn't quite gotten the memo on who Nightshade is and exactly what she did to Strange. So when Strange finishes (Lambert having chewed his way through the apple in record time and moving on to a block of cheese) he lapses into uncharacteristic silence, expression souring as he grumpily takes a moment to revisit his Portland memories and line it up with what he knows.

"Should've told me I'd need to write this down," is what he'll start with, though he fully expects Strange is going to write it up in some form or fashion anyway. "Nightshade was your..." What was the word Strange had used back then? "...patron, right?" His nose wrinkles at the memory, given the discussion they'd been having at the time that information came up wasn't particularly what anyone would describe as 'civil.'

At any rate, he'll take this point to cut himself up some cheese, continuing regardless of Strange's affirmation or not. "I don't know what this means either, but I can tell you what it sounds like: politics."

He says that like it's literally the worst thing he can think of.