[ It is quite mad, well no shit Childermass. Perhaps an equally mad thing is how Strange is perfectly content with watching Childermass as he leans away, looking at him in a new light. After all, the closest person to a friend he had in Venice was Flora, who had the benefit of not knowing him in England. How...confused? Disappointed? Resigned? Strange doesn't know, how something must English society be to see him like this.

As for the question, however, he shrugs. ] I doubt it. I've had to drink some of the tonic before each time I summoned a fairy. [ He just continues talking. Childermass'll get that the tonic is madness, right? Maybe? Who cares, he's smart, he'll catch on! ] Obviously I have no idea if these brief periods will have any long-term effect on my stability—after all, this is new territory, one that I doubt English magicians or the men at Bedlam would know how to navigate in the first place.