With slight moderations is quickly becoming a dreaded phrase to hear out of Strange's mouth, so one must forgive Childermass if he does not walk over to look immediately. He lingers by the table, frowning in a puzzled way. A spell to see what his enemy is doing, he's heard that said often enough before, but from Mr. Norrell, not from Mr. Strange, and one of the spells he had lost years and years ago to a completely different madman.

"Was it?" He wonders, had he ever heard that story before? No. The first magic he recalls from Strange is what he had shown off all the way back in Hanover Square and it hadn't been that. "A strange spell to pick for your first," he adds thoughtfully, wondering why Strange would need a spell like that so early on, but the past isn't really what they were discussing before.

He'll move on, though he won't walk over just yet.

"And a strange spell to pick for an audience, too. They won't be able to see anything, much less care who your enemy might be."

But it could be Strange being, well, strange again, distracted by the first spell to come to mind...