"That'd mean telling him why I want to go to England, wouldn't it?" Lambert pauses to take the cigarette back from Childermass, slow enough to let their fingers brush together as he does. He's not sure if Childermass wants to broach that subject with Strange. In fact, he's pretty sure he doesn't know how to broach that subject with Strange in the first place.

Though any other thoughts he meant to air on the matter -- some boring garbage about how he's certain that Strange's chances of survival are even slimmer than his own -- are cut off when Childermass leads into that, and he makes a face.

"What? Why?"