It's odd. Most of Strange delights in seeing Childermass squirm, to see him so thrown out of his element. He still hasn't decided how he's going to punish the changeling for his role in that whole cat nonsense, but seeing him so uncomfortable is a beautiful start. And yet, there's a little voice in the back of his brain, a little feeling in the pit of his stomach that just feels awful at how much pleasure he's taking from this. The changeling deserves better.

Still, Strange looks far too smug as he continues talking. "I've made an alliance with the Summer Court. Together, the Rose Queen and I are going to set this world right."

Or, at least, the Rose Queen's going to break the Severing and set the world right while Strange desperately tries his hardest to be even remotely useful. Still, wouldn't be Jonathan Strange without a healthy dose of arrogance with regards to his abilities.