There's something about what he says that makes Strange frown a little in thought. Because that's partly what he's doing, isn't it. Letting fears drive him away forever. But if that were so, then why would so many people enable that, why would they say that leaving for the Summerlands was alright for him to do?

One thing's for certain, he's got a lot to think about during the negotiations. Still, Strange manages to push his worries down and give Childermass a smile of his own. "Can you imagine? Some magician from Cornwall telling us how to run things."

The regional shittalking pauses for a moment as Strange continues talking, in a moment of pure honesty. "I suspect I'll disappoint you again in the future because let us be frank, it's to be expected. But before that happens, I want to thank you for all that you've done for myself and for England as a whole. I am in your debt. And trust me, magician: whatever you want me to do to further your cause or lend legitimacy to your beliefs, you only have to say the word and I will do so."