Childermass does not pay Norrell's look any particular heed. He is accustomed to needing to take charge of a situation, when necessary. For all that Norrell gives his orders, there are certain areas in which he certainly finds himself lacking. Assertion, for one. Situations like this, for example. Childermass wonders how Norrell might do if he did step out of the room. He doubts that he'd need to fear for the other man's safety at all, but. He has no doubt that Nancy might walk over him.

"Your brothers," he repeats, keeping his hand on her shoulder for a moment before he is certain that she's not going to fight him anymore, before putting it on the back of her chair. He has a feeling they are her brothers in the same way that the children that Childermass had worked with on the streets were his siblings as well. "They are causing trouble, these brothers of yours. Organized trouble." He glances to Norrell, trying to determine what it is that the man wants out of this exchange, whether to give him full rein of it once more, before deciding he'd better stay on as he is. "Trouble that would benefit the fae. Now why would that be?"