"Good god, your madness must be contagious," Childermass grumbles, preferring to opt for blaming Strange over actually worrying about whether or not he truly has been to England. All over it, in fact, only no, that isn't right! He shakes his head and turns away, looking back towards the door and contemplating just making with another disappearing act.

It'd be quick and easy, preferably done before Strange can actually do anything about it, only he did come here for a reason. Several, now that the mage has revealed his alliance. As such, he turns back, though the disdainful look he wears hardly changes.

"Even if it's true, you still shouldn't trust Nightshade. Any of the true fae, at that. They only make a deal if they think they have the upper hand and with you, I'm sure that's as easy as taking candy from a baby."