Being in love, Lambert decides, must be the fastest way to losing intelligence. He already knew that much from seeing Geralt lose his shit over Yennefer, and Strange's twitterpated expression is just supporting evidence for that hypothesis.

Seriously, if he's going to sit here having to endure Arabella and Jonathan's greatest hits, can't they at least get to the spicy parts? No, nevermind. With the music playing that would be even worse.

"Do I need to give you some privacy with the spooky memory rock?" Lambert asks, loudly. "Because I'll be honest, I really don't feel like I'm necessary for this." So much so that he's already eying potential escape routes from his own laboratory, including possibly jumping out of the window--

Hang on, is there something out there?