*Tom smiles. Perfect. Crouch must be pretty damned desperate if he's willing to let Tom name the price.*

I shall require a favor. In London Below, favors are more valuable than gold, and once you've committed to one, you are bound to it.

Voldemort has the same sense of honor as I, albeit a very twisted sense of honor. I should think you have your own honorable leanings, as well.

What do you say? Will you accept owing me and being honor bound to uphold the bargain for this task?