Childermass inclines his head at the other man. "A private dinner, sir," Childermass stresses, and hopes that the other man understands what he should mean by that, then. He will perhaps be there himself, and if Vrinak should care to bring anyone of similar position himself. But they're not about to be hosting a gathering, no.

He raises his eyebrows at the other man. "If such a thing would suit." He's not kidding himself, of course such a thing would suit Norrell very well. But he wants to have the other man at least believing that there was some level of his own idea in this.