Because you're making me do two things in comparison to your one! I've got to not make you sign any more blood contracts and think things through before acting? That's hardly fair.

[ which is again, splitting hairs. Strange pauses for a moment, before scribbling something down. A moment or so later, he shows Lambert the yet again revised contract. The first part's still there but there's a few additions.

I, Jonathan Strange, will take a second or two to pause and consider my choices before embarking on an action with a seemingly inevitable chance of getting enthralled, injured in a major fashion, kidnapped, possessed, or incapacitated in any way that would severely debilitate myself or the carnival.

I, Lambert, will tell Strange that even though I personally don't like blood contracts, they have their uses.. ]