The next stone the Darkling throws goes wide, bouncing off the walls and clatters to the floor out of the cell.

"I can't recall ever thinking that much about dungeons." He had several built over the years, and they had served their purpose nicely. Dungeons were cool, dark places, sounds traveled through them and carefully placed rooms could be used to either hide it or amplify it.

"The doctor." he frowns, turning fully, "Doctor who?"

"How I feel about it depends greatly on what you have in mind, doctor."