The seated Strange looks so proud of himself as Lambert essentially says he's right. The standing Strange, however, has enough sense to know that things are going south fast.

"That's enough," sensible Strange says, giving reckless Strange a frown. "Lambert, come with me. We'll find your other half and get this fixed."

"He's not leaving!" reckless Strange whines, as Lambert yanks his arm away. "You want him fixed? I'll break the spell myself!"

And then reckless Strange quickly leans back in and tries to kiss Lambert smack on the lips. On the one hand, he is trying to dispel the magic. On the other hand, he's using tongue.