Although Voldemort hadn't been certain what the woman's reaction would be to his tale, he certainly had never imagined this to be it. For a long, almost painful moment, he seemed to be frozen in a state of shock. Unable to stop the small arms that wrapped around him, nor stave off the words of a woman who clearly had loved her child.
The surprise and mounting horror only lasted a mere second, however, before he was reacting. Pulling away almost violently from her touch, his eyes flashed in raw fury as he glared down at her. "Do not call me that," he hissed in a dangerous tone.
His sudden movement and abrupt change in mood and tone caused Nagini to take notice. She slithered from her spot in the corner that she'd taken up when Merope had drawn too close for comfort, and moved back to her Master's feet once more. A steady stream of hissing could be heard, her plain inquiry of being able to "finally eat this one"almost sounding like a request a bored child might make at an adult event.
"Patience, Nagini..." He replied absently in Parseltongue, his gaze sliding from Merope to Bellatrix. The fact that she hadn't laughed at the hug, nor had she hexed the other woman for having done it in the first place, kept his anger from being directed at her. In fact, he was rather pleased with her behavior, as of late. Although it always was easier to notice one follower when others weren't around to try and act even more loyal than the one before them.
Re-focusing his thoughts, as well as the situation at hand, he finally spoke. "Bellatrix, I do believe our guest is in need of some clothing."