"Then I'll just have to tell him otherwise once he's awake," Childermass grumbles, settling down on his side of the bed as Celandine curls up. "Although now there's two Stranges wandering around out there. I suppose I ought to worry."

But he won't. One kissed his man and the other was, apparently, very useless, so why should he care? That's what the other one can do, not him.