"For the other people at the carnival, of course." Really Lambert, what else would you be shopping for? "I've a feeling you'll need my help, especially with regards to Childermass."

That statement is just said so innocently. After all, at the moment Strange doesn't have any idea about Lambert and Childermass canoodling. It's just that wow, when he spies on the two, Childermass is off at Lambert's more often than he realized.

Strange keeps talking as he walks over to the chemical set in the middle of the room. Leaning over, he sniffs something that's currently brewing before he straight up sticks a finger in whatever alcoholic nonsense Lambert's trying to make.

"Besides, this place will go up if you light a match."