Now that Childermass has a moment to look at the two attackers, he recognizes them each in turn. He is not fool enough to let his guard down, nor is he fool enough to really ask for a fight with either of them, especially not the fae, coming off of the loss of a territory like this. He has to wonder whether they are allied. They must be, finding them together like this.

He glances aside to make sure that Norrell is alright, but there seems no harm done if he's already yelling like he is. "Mr Norrell," he says, firmly, hoping that it might calm the man, for he knows well himself that the other man would not like to draw undue attention to the matter. He sweeps a hand aside suggesting that they should leave now, but it is not before he throws a glance at the two attackers besides.

"I do not know what it is you think that you were doing here, sirs," he says, roughly, his voice barely above a growl, "but if you do not make yourselves scarce as well then you will sincerely regret it."