When Childermass sits up, Strange can't help but frown. Despite the fact that he's obviously trying his hardest not to show it, the man's in pain. Whatever they did to him in there obviously hurt.

"In that case, we should talk to the Ringmaster about leaving this place. They're obviously fine with using such base methods to get information--I'm sure she'll prioritize our safety over some silly performance."

He looks over at Childermass again and honestly, this is a bit ridiculous. 'Oh, I'm Childermass, I don't need anything,' come on man, don't be so stupid.

"And look, are you sure there's nothing I can do? My magic isn't much use against pain but I'm certain I can conjure up something of use. Perhaps a spell to put you to sleep or something like that."

Naturally, Strange defaults to magic over something actually useful like 'get you a glass of water'.