Childermass lets out something of a snort at the other man's response. Of course he should answer like that. Of course he would. Childermass lets his eyes fall shut. His head really does hurt. He had wondered if his nose might have been broken, although supposes that there was no harm done there, if it had. He's starting to wonder if he might be mildly concussed at that. Ah, well. More's the pity, he supposes at that as well.

"Ah, the book," he says, turning away from the other man and sinking down further in his chair. He is not quite certain whether he believes him in whole, but it is the only thing that Norrell had mentioned that Childermass would actually have pinned Norrell for putting the effort forth for. He really didn't like making appearances like this, after all.