[ Her questions wear down on his already thin patience. This conversation, terse as it has been, has already been more involved and emotional than any he has had in recent memory. He has tired of it quickly. Maybe he should just not answer her — his request was simple enough. But instead, he sighs, a sharp, harsh sound ushered from his mechanical lungs. ]

Would you rather remain here? In the dungeon?

[ He doesn't know...why he has decided to offer her different accommodations than her brother. Maybe because of her noble sacrifice. In any case, he doesn't wish to dwell on it, only on the fact that it is what he has decided, but if she would rather stay down here, he will not protest. ]

This castle is your home now. Make yourself useful, and I won't imprison you here.

[ How kind... ]