I know this might come as a shock to you, Strange, but not everyone dreams of flinging magic around. [ Rude, though, he was going to turn away for him so he's staring at his ass instead of his dick, but since he's going to be that way...

Even for a human like Strange, it's impossible to miss the shift in air pressure as Lambert ... changes. The smell of smoke and something almost strangely like coffee is carried to Strange on the wind, briefly, before it dissipates. ]

You can turn around now. [ There's a different quality to Lambert's voice somehow, raspier and with a strangely metallic ring. Also, it's coming from significantly higher than it normally does. ]