Strange weathers Lambert's irritation with a decidedly neutral frown of his own. He's tired, but he's putting most of his focus on keeping his expression neutral and not showing Lambert just how resigned yet sad he is that Lambert's grumpy about the whole Ignatius business.

"You're not expendable," Strange muses, as he shifts his position to stare up at the ceiling. "The Ringmaster knows what a tricky business dying and reforming is. If we were expendable, she'd have offered everyone in the carnival an egg before now."

Says the person out of the two who actually did some dying and reforming. Strange knows just how shitty and odd the process can be.

"As for the Summer Court, I assume the act of war would be against Lilith. And as far as I'm concerned, that bitch should fry."