His hand is already on the door handle, though he does hesitate. Leaving the mundane way may seem odd when he has so many other options, but that's because the other two aren't exactly aware of how his spells work. They aren't witcher magic. They aren't even proper English magic, at that. Inside the trailer, it's too well lit to go by shadow. As for turning back into a bird, well, then all they would need to do is shut the window again to keep him in, now wouldn't they?

Regardless, he pauses there at the door, turning back towards Strange first when he goes on about books (he could care less about those) and then launches into his next attempt at apologizing. It's tiresome and he won't bother trying to disguise that look on his face.

"Most of what he did never even happened, not truly," he says as a way of trying to push off the apology. It's not exactly accepting one, but he isn't going to stand here and blame the man for every little thing, either. "So please stop bringing it up."

Just let him forget, Strange. It'll pass. It has to. Which is the same thought he has regarding Lambert, bringing his attention back around to the other man there, him and his rude invitation to stay. Though watching him smoke reminds him of the cigarette he's still towing around, so recently stolen. That has him step away from the door again, but only to cross back over to the petri dish already being used as an ashtray. That means leaning past Lambert... and putting it out. That's all.

While there, though, he'll frown at Lambert as he draws back again.

"Of all the terrible ideas you have, that's one of the worst and you know it."

For a lot of reasons, a whole lot.