Thankfully he's familiar with "best bros" by now, and he smiles at that: not for the first time, Childermass considers how many friends he has in Bavan compared to the few close working friends in Mr. Norrell's household. To have one of them consider him among their best, to boot, is just one more reason that the horrors of the peninsula are still bearable. For now.

He raises his fist and enthusiastically gives Beetlejuice the coveted bump. "Bit like a secret greeting," he said, pleased, before taking another drink.

"... I'm glad I know you won't judge me ill fer likin' life 'ere on the whole."