That's the kind of thinking that gets the whole carnival cursed to sleep for a month or something equally awful. Or, more to the point, Childermass has already had to deal with abrupt and unwanted bouts of unconsciousness thanks to the agents. He's not about to face the same thing here.

Which might be understandable, if he would only say as much, but of course he won't.

"I could say the same for you," he shoots back, which is uncalled for, really. Even he realizes it (though if it's probably true), so he'll pause and look down, absently rubbing his knuckles as he tries to collect himself. Let's just take a deep breath and try again, shall we?

"I'll speak with the Nightrider tomorrow."

There. That's a better answer.

"It'll be up to her to decide if there's a threat, regardless of how we feel about it."