Childermass is perhaps impressed if anything by the levels of evasion that the other man is practicing. But it is doing him no favors, not in front of him at least. There is no point in hiding such things from a man who is the direct assistant of one of the most powerful witches in the city, no matter what his proclivities.

Childermass nods slightly, taking the opportunity to glance around and make certain that they will not be overheard, before continuing. "Perhaps the gift was from a friend. But I've a mind to believe that the magic upon it is yours, sir," he drawls, mildly.