Strange takes another larger drink of his portion of the faerie ale. It's still a bit sharp and he's still getting used to the taste, but he could see himself getting properly wasted on this stuff.

He can't help but look a little guilty as Lambert mentions the very obvious fact that poor Childermass is in for a time and a half. He didn't mean to get cursed and fuck off to who knows where. It just happened.

"He knew me, knew Norrell, and was at the edges of all of this mess. Hopefully he can use that as leverage." And if not, Strange knows that Childermass has another ace up his sleeve: the book of the Raven King. Something that won't mean anything to Lambert, which is why Strange is keeping it to himself as they talk.