This Lambert is blissfully oblivious that he’s being sized up like a pig at a fair, though he does wrinkle his nose in surprise. It seems odd to think of Strange ever wanting to split himself. Much as he cares about the guy, it’s an affection tempered by the knowledge that he’s distinctly full of it, and Lambert can’t imagine him hating any part of himself like he does.

He dismisses the thought easily and focuses on Strange instead.

“Can I help with anything?” Its earnest, inquisitive. He normally wouldn’t ask, magic not being his field of expertise, but maybe Strange just needs someone to bounce ideas off of to find the answers he already knew himself.