[ Lambert makes a small, amused noise at the back of his throat. ]

I can't. I'm not a real mage, Strange. [ He states it plain, matter of fact. ] I can learn a spell if it's given to me, but I can't change it. I can't even change witcher signs on my own, and I know those like the back of my hand. You think I'm gonna fuck with something that changes my shape?

[ The rustling of cloth stops, replaced by the crunch of snow underfoot as Lambert sends Pig walking away. And then, amused -- ]

Are you planning to face away all afternoon?