"Well, you're a mercenary, not a scout. It's not like I expect you to be subtle. Maybe glitter's the best way to strike fear into the hearts of our enemies," he points out, mockingly. But he's sliding the jacket off the hanger now, beckoning Strange back to him.

"Here, try this on for size." It's a navy and gold and tragically fancy waistcoat that doesn't fit Strange's style at all, but that's not really the reason Lambert's asking him to model it. Still, he figures he can get a good laugh out of it.