That he would ask mostly earns him a puzzled look and slight tilt of his head from Childermass as if to say 'well, how should I know?', though he won't say as much out loud.

It's a bit unfair to Strange when he distances himself like this, back to acting like there should be a reason for a gentleman to waste his time speaking to him at all. It's not as if he's even aware of any offense caused, but all the same, it was a good reminder, at least for one of them. They probably can't be friends, not really, no matter how it seems like they could be at times.

"Not that I can think of," he finally answers, idly folding his arms behind his back, red cloth and all. "If you've fixed all the snow and ice, I can't imagine what else you might need to be reminded of."