“You didn’t even want me in England in the first place,” Lambert answers fatalistically. “And you’re right. I’ll just embarrass you in front of all your high society friends. And your wife.”

He knocks back the last of his drink, then drearily drops his head to the table with a thunk.

“Just go, Strange. You don’t need me. And I ... I don’t need you.”

As far as lies Lambert has told, that’s got to be among some of the more unconvincing yet.