As un-Childermass like as it had been for him to do, it appears the strange unfocused pause has already passed from his own thoughts. There's no further oddness and, in fact, here's a part where Childermass himself can fill in a little of the story. While he obviously can't answer why trying to call the Raven King back got them one Stephen Black instead of John Uskglass, he does add as he puts the tea together into the mugs he's pulled down, "Their butler had been similarly enchanted, so it at least makes sense why he would want to be rid of the faerie as much as anyone else."

Tea poured, he'll bring them over and take a seat on the other side of the kitchenette table, careful not to step on Siobahn as he does. He'll set a mug down in front of Strange.

"No milk or sugar, I'm afraid," he says as he does so, "I've not yet thought to stock much else in here."

Which is something he should do eventually, seeing how he has so much more space to himself in a supervisor's trailer than he ever did out in the general backyard. That's something to think on for another time, though. As he gets settled at the table, Pythia flits over to join them, taking up a perch on Childermass's shoulder once more. She'll huddle close to him after landing and he'll absently reach up to absently pet the feathers along her neck.

"But I do not understand what you mean by placing all of English magic in anyone's hands, either the Raven King's or the butler's. There's still magic in England. More than anyone is capable of dealing with now, for that matter."