"Who cares about him?" the seated Strange whines as he scoots a little bit closer to Lambert. "I want you there myself. Childermass can go to hell if he tries to say otherwise."

The standing Strange is still examining the magic. "I'll need to do a bit more research before I can see if I can break it myself. I'm not going to impose but feel free to bite me whenever I do something thoughtless."

The seated Strange looks over to give the standing Strange a scowl. "We don't need research, I can fix this by myself."