"That means you can't kill them, Lambert," Strange pipes up, as he practically flops down on the grass next to the other man. Because this is Lambert, his first instinct is always 'stab the problem'. "Murder the magic regulating dragon, well where does the magic go?"

Admittedly, Strange is operating on a conversation's worth of knowledge more than Lambert is: he and Syrlya talked about Syrlya's world back when they first became roommates. Still, Strange can't help it as a pointing out the obvious sort of tone creeps into his voice.