Voldemort smile as he watched her. Her devotion to him was unquestionable, and he wondered a little about his hidden treasures. Should he entrust her with one, he was certain it would be well taken care of ... well hidden, well protected.
He disliked having them out of his sight, but he disliked more the idea of them being in the same place. No, it was definitely high time to start scattering them. So that should death attempt to overshadow him - and oh, what a laugh that was - he'd be able to come back. Part of him would still be here.
He nodded slightly to his thoughts. "Tomorrow," he said to her in his usual commanding, I've-made-a-decision voice, "I want you to come here for dinner. I have a task for you. A very ... important task."