Strange's hands are also curling into fists, nails digging into his palm as he stares down Childermass. He's trying to seem imposing and trying to seem like the other man's words don't bother him when in reality, they bother him tremendously. There's a brief flash of pure loathing in Strange's eyes as Childermass calls him useless. That's what pisses him off the most. He's heard shallow and conceited before, words that Amanda flung in his face during one of their more heated arguments. But he is not useless.

"If there's anything useless here, it's you. You're a changeling," Strange hisses, pouring as much disgust into the word as he can. "And a changeling who serves the Rose Queen despite being a blood relation to the Count of Crows? I don't think I'm the only being keeping you, with no right to leave." He still doesn't know the circumstances behind why Childermass serves the Rose Queen, just that there must be circumstances in the first place.

"But you're right on one account--I am forcing you to serve me. And there's nothing you can do about it." Strange smirks, a nasty, smug, triumphant smirk, before he launches into another command. "Unless I expressly command it, I forbid you from taking me to the Rose Queen's realm. You cannot teleport me there directly, you cannot give me directions, you cannot bring me there via magic or force, you cannot even introduce us unless I give you express and direct permission."

There. Try dragging him now, jackass.