Strange can't help but raise an eyebrow at the waistcoat. At the very least, he could try it on and Lambert would make fun of how it looked on him. Because it isn't his style in the slightest. As he takes off his coat, Strange hangs it up on a stray coatrack someone kindly set up. Slipping the garment on, Strange frowns a little as he does up the buttons.

"It fits a bit too loose in the chest." Which granted, is a bit of a nitpicky complaint, but there are moments when it's apparent that for all his madness and going to the dogs and all of Venice, Strange still grew up a bit posh. Aside from moderate complaining about the chest, it looks like it fits Strange near perfectly everywhere else: it's simply that this is obviously a piece of clothing that he wouldn't pick out if given the choice. Far too ostentatious.

"It's not my color either." And here he gives Lambert an 'I'm being a complete shit' sort of smile. "I default to either blacks or earth colors. Only certain shades of blue as they make my eyes look dull."