"Isn't my own good enough a reason?" he draws out slowly, eyes dragging to look at what Godric is looking at.

The basement is dark and damp, and his coffin has been pushed over and sits haphazardly on its side.

"Why not? It's a dungeon. Meant for prisoners and people who deserve to be tortured for what they've done. Pam and I used it often. So, it's appropriate. Your gracious Admiral knew exactly what he was doing giving me this place."