"You worry about your relationship when you're bringing home a six foot tall firebreathing dog." Strange can't help but shake his head, looking at Childermass with a baffled smile. "Sometimes your priorities confuse me."

Surely the concept of 'pokeballs' and 'Arcanines' would be more shocking, scandalous, and confusing to English society than 'Childermass likes dudes.' Strange briefly entertains the thought of poor Norrell or one of the other magicians dealing with Baker before a different, slightly more terrifying thought crosses his mind.

"Christ, that means Lambert's bringing his horses, isn't he." Pig's well behaved enough, but Butcher the crotch headbutting terror might not be a good fit for England. Or civilized company in general.