Childermass drops himself in his seat across from the other man's desk and watches him write his letters, knowing what he wishes to speak to him about, knowing what he has been called in to do even before the words are out of Norrell's mouth himself.

"You wish for me to find something on her," he says, raising his eyebrows as he leans forward in his seat to appraise the other man. The expression on his face very knowing. He has served Norrell for decades now after all. Of course he's going to ask him to find something to undermine whoever he thinks may be standing in his way.