[ The moment Lambert signs, there's an odd feeling in the back of his head: a sign that the contract's been signed and the magic's taking effect. Strange has that feeling as well but, as he knows what it feels like, he doesn't give any sign of recognition. ]

Now we don't have to do anything. The contract's written, the magic's set. The binding agreement can be broken with consent of both parties—or, I suppose, the death of the enchanter, which in this case is myself. I suspect with ours, we won't feel the compulsion to stop and think things over unless the situation we're in fits the qualities given.

[ As he talks, there's an odd expression on Strange's face. It's the same sort of expression that people get when trying to resist Lambert's Axii compulsion. After Strange finishes speaking, the expression lasts for another second before he starts speaking again. ]

And I'm a total idiot for thinking you would ever sign a blood contract in the first place.

[ there we go! That's one part of the requirement out of the way! ]