Voldemort wasn't surprised when Narcissa came by herself, Lucius following after. In fact, it pleased him some to know that perhaps the two of them really were seperate now. It was no secret she'd gone to stay with her sister.
"I'm glad to see, Lucius, Roldophus, that you're not completely foolish. Had you not come tonight, I can assure you, you would have suffered a worse fate then what I have planned for you. The question is, do I deal with it now or later." Voldemort began to pace around his followers, watching them all carefully, reading them. "Trust is something I rarely have and when I bestow it upon a person, they should feel very lucky. All of you, earned that trust in one way or another and I'm second guessing a number of you. Say what you want, try to make your excused, but the fact is neither of you have a good enough one. I am not an idiot. I know what I saw and I know who's stood beside me faithfully." Pulling out his wand, he stood in front of both men.
"Tell me now..why I shouldn't obliterate your memories and then leave you for dead somewhere. And it had better be good, because this is your only chance for forgiveness.."