Being so abruptly pulled over to the Ringmaster — or what's left of her, anyway — startles Childermass out of his own little corner of thought, where he's mostly been trying to focus on not succumbing to the fog. It's as magical as anything else around them and, as ever, he's never had any luck at being resistant to most kinds of faerie magic. At least it earns a slightly more spirited glare out of him than the dull neutrality he's been wearing for most of everyone yelling at RM.

"And if you still cannot, I am leaving, prying your carnival back open, and taking all of your things," he grouches at her when it's finally his turn to speak. He isn't here to give a friendship speech. He actually isn't here to give a 'I'll steal your shit' speech, either, but it's just what comes to him first.

Admittedly, he will likely be dead before there's even a chance of that but it's a fairly good threat to level at a dragon, of all things.