Strange can't help but laugh, a small little quiet laugh, at Childermass's words. No, he never anticipated company like this either. What would they say, back in England, if they knew that the king's magician considered the servant of his former mentor and a crude, brash monster slayer his closest friends?
"Likewise," he admits, leaning back against the couch, head resting on it's back as Strange stares at the ceiling. "I like—" And then he yawns. "I like the company, though." Strange is keeping himself up solely due to his inability to shut up. He's tired and yawning and it's obvious from the tone of his voice that if he stops talking just for a moment or two, he'll fall asleep.
"When I return home to England, I'm going to introduce you to Arabella—and properly this time." Not an illusion caused by the Prince. "She needs to know who to thank for keeping her reckless husband safe." Never mind the fact that by the time he and Norrell break that curse, Childermass and Arabella might have met already. That thought doesn't seem to cross Strange's mind as he drunkenly (and sleepily) plans for the future.
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"Likewise," he admits, leaning back against the couch, head resting on it's back as Strange stares at the ceiling. "I like—" And then he yawns. "I like the company, though." Strange is keeping himself up solely due to his inability to shut up. He's tired and yawning and it's obvious from the tone of his voice that if he stops talking just for a moment or two, he'll fall asleep.
"When I return home to England, I'm going to introduce you to Arabella—and properly this time." Not an illusion caused by the Prince. "She needs to know who to thank for keeping her reckless husband safe." Never mind the fact that by the time he and Norrell break that curse, Childermass and Arabella might have met already. That thought doesn't seem to cross Strange's mind as he drunkenly (and sleepily) plans for the future.