[ His laughter eventually tapers off, though he's still awfully amused, which means strangely more expressive smiling for the moment as opposed to the vague amusement or faint smirks more common to Childermass. ]

That bastard... [ He mutters in one final, quieter laugh before glancing back over to Strange. ] Your madman under the hedge stole those spells from me back in London. He'd been harassing Mr. Norrell with the same talk of prophecies and he meant to have him driven out of the city.