...holy shit, he could turn into weed in the first place?! Strange just gawps for a moment, remaining silent, as his mind thinks of all sorts of things he could do if he was turned into weed. That would be so friggen cool. But, it also would be so much trouble. How many fae would want to enthrall him if he was weed? A powerful magician was bait enough, but a powerful magician who also was drugs? No thank you.

Unfortunately for Lambert, Strange doesn't realize he's doing magic. The temperature stabilizes at something that's a little bit uncomfortably hot. He's still leaning on Lambert's shoulder, though Strange tilts his head slightly to get a better view of Lambert's chest.

"I'm perfectly subtle," Strange remarks, blinking sluggishly. "And why no magic? You know how powerful I am, a little thing like a high won't change anything. I could even remove those needles from your heart if you wished."

Because obviously Lambert has needles in his heart. They seem as clear as day to Strange! Though, the needles themselves are odd. Sometimes they seem like regular sewing needles but occasionally, if he tilts his head in a different direction, they look more like pine needles.