It should have chilled him to hear her say such things, but rather, he felt a strange, almost wicked delight as she said them, thinking of the pain someone would feel, of how they would be punished.
"And of course there is always emotional torture," he pointed out smoothly. "Making someone squirm with words and turn in on themselves as it eats them away. Making them see someone they love suffer."
His fingers smoothed over his trousers. The Dark Lord. Voldemort. She was offering to let him serve them.
"Purity and Power," he repeated in his deep voice. He pictured Marietta's face. Perhaps she would think he was foolish at first, but this was what she needed, a man, not a boy. Someone her mother would want her to be with. Not his father's son. "For those things, I will serve you however you wish."