This declaration surprised him; moving hadn't been on his mind. They'd picked this house with his position as Minister in mind, and it was well-suited to purpose. As close to the Ministry as one could be while still being in one of the best neighborhoods in London, and with good rooms for hosting, and more space than they could ever reasonably need (and proper house had more space than the two of them could ever reasonably need, while it was still just the two of them). The only complaint he'd been able to make of it at the time they'd purchased it was that it had no suitable space to become a workshop for him, but since taking his position as Minister he hadn't been able to spare a thought for invention, anyway, so it was an immaterial loss.

"Glad you like it so much," he remarked with one eyebrow slightly raised. He didn't think Thomasina was especially fond of the house, and her tone had seemed more like she was trying to be contrary about something, but since he didn't know what she was being contrary about he was happy to deflect.

"I could have someone out to measure the back garden for a mausoleum," he joked dryly. "If you really never want to leave."

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